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EMINENT  AMERICAN  HISTORIANS 

(THE  AUTHORS  OF  THIS  BOOK) 


TRUE  STORIES 

OF 


OUR  PIONEERS 


THE  HEROIC  DEEDS  AND  DEVOTED  LIVES 

OF  THE 

FATHERS  AND  MOTHERS  OF  AMERICA 

EMBRACING  THE  PRINCIPAL  EPISODES 

IN  THE  STRUGGLE  OF  THE  WHITE  RACE  WITH  THE  RED 
MEX  FOR  THE  P0SSESSI0:N  OF  THE 
NEW  WORLD 

A  TRUE  AND  VIVID  ACCOUNT  OF  THE 

DARK  CAPTIVITIES  AND   THE    UNCONQUERABLE    COURAGE  OF   THE   MEN  AND 
WOMEN  VTHO  WRESTED  THE  AMERICAN  FORESTS  FROM  THE  ABORIGINES 
AND  GAVE  THEM  TO  THE  PLOW  AND  THE  SICKLE 

BY 

AUGUSTUS  LYNCH  MASON,  LL.D. 

DEAN  OF  THE  LAW  SCHOOL  OF  DE  PAUW  U>TrVERSITY 

WITH  IXTRODUCTIOX  AXD  SPECIAL  COXTEIBUTIOXS 

BY 

JOHN  CLARK  EIDPATH,  LL.D. 

AUTHOH  or  "A  CYCL0P.5:DIA  of  rrSTVERSAL  HISTORY,"  "THE  GREAT  BACZS  Or 
MA>'KrN-D."  '-HISTORY  OF  THE  ITNITED  STATES."  ETC. 

AND  WITH  ADDITIONAL  CHAPTERS  ON  THE  LOUISIANA  PURCHASE.  THE  GREAT 
NORTHWEST,  THE  PANAMA  CANAL  AND  THE  LOUISIANA 
PURCHASE  EXPOSITION 

BY 

TRUMBULL  WHITE 

AUTHOR  OF  "OUR  WONDERFUL  PROGRESS."  '•MARTrSTIQUE  A>T)  THE  WOBLD'S  GBKAT  MSASTEBS," 

'•OUR  NEW  POSSESSIONS,"  ETC. 


HAMPDEN  PUBLISHING  COMPANY, 
SPRINGFIELD,  MASS. 


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BY 

B.  A.  MERBIAM. 


P%EFcACE. 


IVILIZATIOX  is  a  war— a  war  of  light  witli  dar^K- 
ness;   of  truth  with  falsehood;   of  the  illuminated 
intellect  and  the  rectified  heart  with  the  barbarism 
of  ignorance  and  the  animalism  of  the  savage. 

The  present  work  portrays  a  single  phase  of  this  sublime 
conflict.  It  recounts  one  of  the  thousand  campaigns  of  this 
>rar.  It  is  an  attempt  to  condense  into  a  single  volume,  and 
give  an  adequate  literary  expression  to,  the  thrilling  history 
of  the  struggle  between  the  White  man  and  the  Eed  man  for 
the  possession  of  this  continent.  It  is  also  intended  to  be  a 
memorial  to  a  race  of  heroes.  Other  countries  have  esteemed 
their  earliest  heroes  as  worthy  of  the  song  of  the  poet  and 
the  23raise  of  the  historian.  AVith  us  the  deeds  of  our  fathers 
are  as  vet  unsuno^,  and  their  verv  names  are  fadino:  fi^om  our 
memory. 

The  author  has  aimed  to  make  this  book  not  only  historical, 
but  realistic.  It  is  a  truthful  account  of  actual  events,  gathered 
from  a  vast  mass  of  authorities.  Yet  the  design  has  been  pic- 
torial rather  than  o-eometrical.  The  author  has  souo-ht  rather 
to  paint  a  picture  than  to  make  a  majD.  In  the  execution  of 
this  purpose  he  has  been  nobly  seconded  by  the  Publishers, 
who  have  spared  neither  trouble  nor  expense  to  procure  for 


8  PREFACE. 

him  rare  and  valuable  authorities.  The  large  collections  of 
the  public  libraries  of  the  country  were  found  inadequate, 
and  booksellers  from  Boston  to  San  Antonio  have  been  called 
upon  for  books  difficult  of  access. 

To  the  vast  number  of  painstaking  and  truthful  writers 
from  whom  the  author  has  thus  drawn  his  facts,  and  perchance 
even  the  ex23ression  of  them,  an  obligation  exists  for  which 
no  adequate  return  can  be  made.  The  author  also  takes  this 
opportunity  to  express  his  deep  obligations  to  Professok 
JoHi^  Claek  Ridpath,  the  eminent  historian,  to  whose 
generous  aid  he  is  indebted  for  suggestions,  as  well  as  for 
additions  to  the  narrative.  A  similar  recognition  is  due  to 
Hon.  Henry  A.  Rattermann,  whose  unequaled  library  of 
rare  books  on  American  Pioneer  History — especially  that 
part  relating  to  the  settlement  of  the  Ohio  Valley, — has 
furnished  valuable  data  for  this  volume,  without  which  much 
that  is  interesting  would  have  been  lost  to  these  pages. 

The  liberality  of  the  ^Publishers  has  extended  not  merely 
to  the  procurement  of  literary  materials,  but  has  also  enriched 
the  book  with  a  collection  of  artistic  engravings  in  every  way 
worthy  of  the  topic.  Supplemented  as  his  own  efforts  have 
been  by  these  powerful  and  generous  aids,  it  is  not  without 
confidence  that  the  work  is  submitted  to  the  public. 

A.  L.  M. 

Deer  Park,  Maryland. 


PUBLISHERS'  PREFACE 


This  book  is  presented  to  rill  a  long  felt  want  on 
the  part  of  the  public,  for  what  may  be  called  'Tioneer 
History." 

Its  educational  (pialities  are  instantly  recognized 
by  all  readers  who  seek  definite  information  and  facts 
concerning  the  early  settlement  and  first  development 
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readers  with  that  important  part  of  American  history 
not  found  in  the  numerous  Histories  of  the  United 
States.  The  question  arises,  ''Who  Avere  the  mothers 
and  fathers  of  America?"  Generally,  they  were  small 
bodies  of  men  and  women,  of  sturdy  and  resolute  char- 
acter and  sterling  qualities.  This  volume  tells  you  who 
they  Avere  and  what  part  of  our  great  country  they  orig- 
inally settled,  what  they  had  to  contend  with  —in  many 
cases  sacrificed  their  lives  for  the  true  principles  in- 
volved. 

To  the  teacher  or  student,  this  volume  will  teach 
American  history  and  perhaps  the  most  important  part 
of  American  history,  and  furthermore  that  part  which 
is  not  to  be  found  elsewhere.  To  the  parents  its  great 
value  cannot  be  estimated.  It  paints  for  their  children, 
character,  courage,  resolute  endurance  and  firmness  of 
mind.  The  stories  are  thrilling,  yet  true,  and  intensely 
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PUBLISHERS'  PREFACE 


ance  with  these  men  and  women  of  the  noblest  and 
grandest  period  of  pioneer  history.  It  is  a  storehouse 
of  essential  information  to  young  or  old  in  any  vocation 
of  life. 

To  the  foregoing  facts  must  be  added  a  mention  of 
the  illustrations.  These  were  drawn  and  engraved  on 
wood  at  an  enormous  expense.  There  never  were  any 
photograplis  of  these  scenes  from  which  to  make  half 
tone  or  photographic  pictures.  Each  one  of  these  rare 
and  renowned  illustrations  tells  a  story  in  itself.  They 
make  a  lasting  impression  on  the  reader.  We  are  proud 
to  be  able  to  present  this  excellent  volume  to  all 
readers. 

THE  PUBLISHERS. 


CHAPTER  I. 


THE  LEGEND  OF  POWHATAN.  ' 

Captain  John  Smith — His  adventures  in  Turkey — Three  single  combats  and  as 
many  victories— Prisoner  of  a  princess — Her  suspicious  brother — Escape — The 
Jamestown  Colony— Smith,  sticking  in  a  quagmire,  is  captured  by  Indians— Poca- 
hontas, the  king's  daughter — She  saves  Smith's  life  and  makes  a  pet  of  him — Follies 
of  the  colony — Coronation  of  Powhatan — Smith's  fight  with  the  big  Indian — 
Starvation — A  meal  of  powdered  wife — Betrayal  and  capture  of  Pocahontas — Rolfe 
in  love — The  marriage  and  death  of  the  Indian  princess — Smith's  hobbies — He  dies 
neglected  and  in  want  Pages  33-81 


CHAPTER  II. 

THE  TRIALS  OF  LA  SALLE. 

The  greatest  French  explorer — His  saint-like  predecessor,  Marquette — A  grave 
"  in  a  wilderness — La  Salle's  ambition — Life  in  the  fort — Building  The  Griffin — Up 
the  lakes — Loss  of  Tlie  Ghnffin — La  Salle  journeys  on  foot  from  the  Ilinois  to  Mon- 
treal— Bankruptcy  and  ruin — Tonty's  six  gifts,  and  their  significance — The  second 
attempt — Down  the  Mississippi — The  fort  on  "Starved  Rock" — The  simpleton  of 
Versailles — French  reenforcements — Four  vessels  set  sail  from  France  for  the 
Delta  of  the  Mississippi — Shipwreck  of  them  all — Lost  in  a  Texan  wilderness — 
Suffering  and  treachery — La  Salle  attempts  to  reach  the  Illinois — His  assassina- 
tion Pages  82-123 


CHAPTER  III. 

ROGERS'  RANGERS. 

Captain  Rogers — His  fierce  scouts — Their  exploits  on  Lake  George — English 
scalps  worth  sixty  francs — The  Rangers  on  skates  give  chase  to  nine  sleds  on  the 
ice — A  fearful  race— The  triumph  of  men  over  brutes — Fort  William  Henry — 

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A  debauch  on  Saint  Patrick's  Eve— Saved  by  the  Kangers— Burning  of  the  fort— 
An  awful  battle— Two-thirds  of  the  Rangers  killed— Rogers'  leap— Lost  in  a  wilder- 
ness of  snow — An  insane  guide — The  St.  Francis  expedition — A  two  hundred  mile 
march— An  Indian  wedding  feast— Destruction  of  the  village  Pages  126-149 


-    CHAPTER  IV. 

THE  AMBITION  OF  PONTIAC. 

The  mighty  chieftain  of  the  Ottawas — The  conspiracy — Council  of  infernal 
peers — The  plot  at  Detroit — Warned  by  an  Indian  girl — Guns  hidden  under  blan- 
kets— Foiled — Presque  Isle — An  Indian  mine — Fire  and  sword — Surrender  of  the 
haggard  garrison — Michillimackinac — The  game  of  ball — Success  of  the  stratagem- 
Butchery  of  the  garrison — The  trader  Henry's  adventures — Hidden  in  a  garret — 
Discovered — A  friend  in  need — Carried  away — The  siege  of  Detroit — A  vast  fire- 
ship — A  midnight  sally — Attacked  in  a  ravine — Bloody  defeat — The  fight  around 
Campan's  house — Retreat  of  the  survivors — Boquet's  expedition — The  circular 
fight— "W reck  of  the  Lake  Erie  expedition — The  Paxton  boys — A  panic  in  Phila- 
delphia— Peace — Pontiac's  death  Pages  150-209 


CHAPTER  V. 

JOSEPH  BRANT  AND  THE  MOHAWKS. 

An  American  castle — A  symmetrical  maiden — Sir  William  JohnsoQ — The  Five 
Nations — A  terrible  wrestling  match — Conquests  of  the  Iroquois — The  Revolu- 
tion— Brant  and  the  English  landlord — A  gay  rider  in  the  dust — Old  Fort  Schuyler — 
A  faithful  dog — The  siege — Battle  in  the  swamp — Brant's  cruelties — Massacre  of 
three  hundred  whites — Invasion  of  the  Indian  country — An  ear  of  corn  twenty-two 
inches  long — Burning  of  Ellis's  mills — An  amour  of  a  Dutch  trader — Brant  in  old 
age  ,  , ,  Pages  210-266^ 


CHAPTER  VI. 


THE  CONFLICT  IN  THE  OHIO  VALLEY. 

Transformation — The  escape  of  McConnel — Capture — Sleeping  in  bonds — The 
knife — Killing  his  captors — A  race  for  life — A  fight  in  a  fog — Old  Morgan's 
strength — Biting  off  a  finger — An  American  Meg  Merrilles— The  black  horse — 
Through  the  wilderness — The  great  fight  of  Poe  and  Big  Foot — Five  Kentucky 
boys  and  their  pluck — Drawing  the  claret — The  boys  kill  their  keepers  and  escape — 
A  strange  story — The  first  Chickamauga — The  attack  on  Widow  Scraggs's  cabin — 
"Keep  the  door  shut!" — Driven  out  by  the  flames — Mrs.  Merrill's  bravery — The 
sufferings  of  Massy  Harbison — One  hundred  and  fifty  thorns  in  her  feet  and  legs — 
The  blood  avenger — The  wizard's  punishment  Pages  267-318 


CONTENTS. 


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CHAPTER  VII. 

THE  COURAGE  OF  KENTON. 

Simon  Kenton — The  tortures  of  love — Flight  to  the  wilderness — Stealing  horses 
from  the  Indians — Unable  to  ford  the  Ohio — Captured  and  whipped — Eight  times 
exposed  to  the  gauntlet — Three  times  tied  to  the  stake — The  burning-glass  story — 
Old  age  and  disappointment  Pages  320-334 


CHAPTER  VIII. 

BRADY  THE  BACKWOODSMAN. 

Father  and  son — A  rum  experience — Talking  by  the  roadside — Three  rifle- 
shots— Scalped — Sam  Brady — A  dull  Dutchman — Touching  elbows — Brady's 
Leap  Pages  335-344 


CHAPTER  IX. 

THE  DAYS  OF  DANIEL  BOONE. 

Westward,  ho! — A  ruined  cabin — Devoured  by  wolves — A  flask  of  whisky — 
Thirsty  squaws — Boone's  family — Capture  of  the  girls — The  rescuing  party— An 
uplifted  tomahawk — Haggard  with  hunger — Siege  of  Boonesborough — Tracked  by 
a  bloodhound — Boone  swallows  a  butcher-knife — Frightened  women — Bringing  in 
the  water — The  terrible  battle  of  Blue  Licks — Later  years  Pages  345-369 


CHAPTER  X. 

THE  CRUELTIES  OF  GIRTY. 

The  renegade — Frightening  the  Moravians — The  beautiful  Katy  Malott — The 
attack  on  Dunlap's  Station — Relief  party  from  Cincinnati — Blind,  drunken,  and 
wretched  Pages  370-381 


CHAPTER  XI. 

THE  DOOM  OF  CRAWFORD. 

The  Sandusky  expedition — The  army  on  the  march — A  bad  omen — A  deserted 
village — Indian  spies — The  enemy  in  sight — The  first  day's  battle — A  hat  for  a 
water-bucket — The  second  day — The  attack  at  nightfall — Rout  of  the  whites  in  the 
grove — The  fatal  cranberry  marsh — The  retreat — Shot  on  the  river  bank — The 
poisoned  kettle — A  Russian  noble — Slover  and  Paull — Painted  black — The  Gaunt- 
let— Tossed  to  the  dogs —Sentenced  to  be  burned  alive — Interruption  by  a  thunder- 
storm— Miraculous  escape — Naked  and  bleeding — Seventy-five  miles  in  eleven 
hours — Dr.  Knight — The  foolish  Tutelu — His  lies — William  Crawford — Stake 
and  flames — "For  God's  sake,  shoot  me  through  the  heart!" — The  spirit 
released  Pages  382-420 


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CONTENTS. 


'  CHAPTER  XII. 

THE  ROMANCE  OF  RED  EAGLE. 

The  Emperor  Alexander — Red  Eagle  as  a  boy — A  rich  man's  home — The  idol  of 
the  people — Tecumseh — A  false  prophet — Red  Eagle's  sweetheart — Love  and  War — 
The  massacre  of  Fort  Mims — Card  playing  and  drinking  among  the  garrison — The 
growing  sand-heap — The  attack — The  hopeless  defense — "To  the  bastion!" — Red 
Eagle's  nobility — Searching  the  heaps  of  corpses — The  dog  charge — Jackson's  cam- 
paigns— Dale's  famous  canoe  fight — Mutinies — The  battle  of  the  Horseshoe — Sur- 
render of  Red  Eagle  Pages  421-450 


CHAPTER  XIII. 


THE  TRUE  STORY  OF  THE  PROPHET. 

The  change  of  name — Mythical  ancestry — The  good  elder  brother — White  scoun- 
drels— Red  villains — The  great  conspiracy — The  rogue  of  a  prophet — His  miracles — 
The  sun  darkened — Tecumseh's  love  for  his  sister — His  ambition — The  nigh- 
before  the  battle — Tippecanoe — Harrison's  victory — Tecumseh's  rage — Battle  of 
the  Thames— Who  killed  Tecumseh?  Pages  451-484 


CHAPTER  XIV. 

THE  SORROWS  OF  THE  SEMINOLES. 

The  Seminole's  curse — Blood-money — Exile  or  war — Massacred  among  the  Pal- 
metto trees — Reign  of  terror  on  the  plantations — The  "House  of  Blood" — Scalped 
in  a  parlor — The  tragedy  in  the  flower  garden — Thirty  skeletons  in  a  row — Fever, 
flood,  famine — The  conspirators  in  the  chief's  wigwam — Knives  glistening  in  the 
starlight — The  flight — Osceola  betrayed — "I  feel  choked;  you  must  talk" — The 
caged  eagle — The  squeeze  through  the  embrasure — A  fifty-foot  leap — Osceola's 
dungeon— Despair — Death — Bloodhounds  used  in  the  war — Killed  in  a  cupola — 
Horrors  of  the  Florida  war — Coacoochee's  capture — The  departure  into  perpetual 
exile  Pages  485-520 


CHAPTER  XV. 

BLACK  HAW^K'S  HUMILIATION. 

First  chapter  of  an  Indian  Genesis — Battles  of  the  gods — Tricked  into  a  treaty — 
Willing  to  die  for  his  brother— "Move"— Who  is  Black  Hawk?— Stealing  roasting- 
ears  from  one's  own  fields — A  dog  banquet — A  squaw  swims  the  Mississippi,  carry- 
ing her  child  in  her  teeth — "Paint  me  as  I  am"— The  princely  Keokuk— Gall  and 
wormwood  Pages  521-536 


CONTEXTS. 


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CHAPTER  XVI. 

THE  HISTORY  OF  KIT  CARSOX. 

The  Carson  family — An  old  mare  for  supper — Monsiem'  Le  Beaver — A  tail  for  a 
shovel — Political  and  domestic  life  of  the  smart  animal — Tlie  great  Kit — The  trap- 
pers— Winter  life  in  a  trappers'  tent — The  ace  of  trumps — A  fight  in  the  snow — 
Two  men  in  a  fort— The  dash  for  life — Twelve  hundred  dollars'  worth  of  horses 
stolen — Carson's  pursuit — Shot  through  the  heart — Terrible  fight  with  grizzly- 
bears — The  summer  rendezvous — The  duel  with  the  bullv — The  ''surround"' — 
Othello's  occupation  gone — The  angry  trader — The  Kansas  border  war — Tlie 
deserted  home — Fremont  and  Kit — Through  the  Mesican  lines — Bleeding 
feet  —  The  runner  —  General  Carson  —  Last  sickness  —  '  "Doctor,  compadre, 
adios I"  Pages  587-o8o 


CHAPTEPv  XVII. 

HEROES  OF  THE  LONE  STAR  STATE. 

Nelson  Lee,  the  Texan  Ranger — A  dollar  a  day  to  be  shot  at — Buckskin  I's. 
Broadcloth — Tlie  Ranger's  Horse — A  "greeny 's"  fir.st  taste — Seven  hundred 
Comanciies — Tomahawks  rising  and  falling — A  bullet  in  a  bridle  arm — Bitten  by  a 
rattlesnake — The  noble  Black  Prince — The  cunning  ranchero — His  successful 
stratagem — On  to  the  Rio  Grande — The  surrender  of  the  Rangers  to  Mexicans- 
Lee  escapes  through  a  garden — In  the  dark  river — Steep  and  slippery  banks — Lee 
forces  two  Alexicans  to  guide  him — The  purchase  of  the  watch — The  night 
attack — Wonders  of  the  watch — A  god  or  a  devil — which? — The  awful  torture  — 
An  Indian  sweetheart — In  the  bushes — Recaptured — Lamed  for  life — Tlie  Sleek 
Otter — Lee  kills  Rolling  Thunder,  and  escapes:  Pages  586-606 


CHAPTER  XVIII. 

HEROES  OF  THE  LONE  STAR  STATE — CONTINUED. 

David  Crockett — The  wretched  home — Dodging  a  drunken  father — A  child 
alone  in  a  wilderness — Twice  married — Walks  fifty  miles  in  one  day — The  flames 
of  fever — Frontier  justice — The  candidate — In  the  Legislature — Moves  west — The 
bear  hunt  in  the  storm — The  coat  with  two  pockets — '"Half  horse,  half  alligator'" — 
Elected  to  Congress,  when  he  could  neither  read  nor  write — The  dinner  with  the 
President — Three  terms — Tiien  defeat — To  Texas — The  siege  of  the  Alamo — 
Crockett  bravely  meets  death — The  fighting  parson — A  young  teamster — A  suc- 
cessful preacher — In  the  Confederate  army — Attacked  in  the  canon — Peaceful 
Jays  Pages  607-625 


CHAPTER  XLX. 

THE  LOUISIANA  PURCHASE. 

The  greatest  real  estate  deal  in  history— The  Democrat  and  the  Autocrat- 
Pioneers  of  peace — Exploration  on  a  large  scale — Some  forgotten  heroes — '"The 
first  American  traveler*'— •"The  greatest  American  traveler"— Cabeza  de  Vaca — 


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CONTENTS. 


John  Law  and  the  Mississippi  Bubble — How  we  bought  Louisiana— The  Cabildo — 
The  Santa  Fe  Trail — The  Pony  Express — Gold  in  the  Black  Hills — Custer's  last 
fight— The  Oklahoma  "boom" — The  pioneers  of  to-day  Pages  626-635 


CHAPTER  XX. 

THE  GREAT  NORTHWEST.  " 

Where  and  why  pioneers  advance  into  the  wilderness — Effect  of  climate — 
Rivers  the  highways — The  thirst  for  gold — The  desire  for  freedom — Great  names 
in  the  Great  Northwest — The  first  American  sailor  on  the  Pacific  Ocean — Lewis 
and  Clarke  expedition — Astoria — How  Marcus  Whitman  saved  Oregon — The 
Mormons  and  their  journey  to  Utah — Gold  in  California — The  Pacific  rail- 
ways Pages  636  660 


CHAPTER  XXI. 


PANAMA  AND  THE  CANAL. 

A  new  republic — Panama  in  history — The  greed  for  gold — Character  of  the 
Spanish  settlers — Discovery  of  tlie  Pacific  Ocean  by  Balboa — Spain  attempts  to 
keep  her  discoveries  a  secret — The  Buccaneers — Plunder  of  Panama  by  Morgan  and 
his  men — The  Route  to  the  California  gold  fields — Opening  of  the  railway — De 
Lesseps  and  the  Panama  Canal — Present  condition  and  future  Pages  661-674 


CHAPTER  XXII. 

THE  LOUISIANA  PURCHASE  EXPOSITION. 

The  Leap  of  a  Century — One  hundred  years  of  progress — The'  rise  of  a  great 
nation — Invention  changing  habits  and  methods  of  life — A  fitting  commemoration  of 
the  acquisition  of  the  Mississippi  Valley — The  landscape  beauty  of  the  Exposition — 
Immensity  and  beauty — The  palatial  buildings — The  wealth  of  exhibits — The 
treasures  of  art — Intellectual  achievements — The  attractions  of  the  Midway — Sig- 
nificance of  the  Exposition  ,  Pages  675-704 


i:>^TRODUCTIOX. 


The  Pioxezr  was  a  rugged  seer 

As  he  crossed  the  AA^est-ern  river, 
Where  the  Copper  Man  called  the  Ixdiax 

Lay  hid  with  his  bow  and  quiver. 

As  for  the  pioneer,  liis  days  are  niiml'iered.  As  for  the 
Indian,  there  he  stands,  a  specter  on  tht-  horizon  I 

The  conflict  has  Ijeen  irrepres-iljlt- .  Tht-re  cotihd  be  no 
compromise:  the  races  wt-re  to,)  imlike.  Tht^  r^d  man  had  no 
Vieauty  that  <jiir  spirits  c»:>iiLl  de-ire  him.  The  verdict  of  civil- 
ization has  Ijeen.  that  hi-  room  i-  lietter  than  his  companv.  It 
is  an  edict  isstied  from  the  court  of  Prou^'ess — that  ferocious 
Titan  Avho  strides  from  East  to  AVest — that  the  Indian  shall 
disappear,  shall  l^e  remande-d  to  the  jjast.  shall  evanish. 

In  those  great  mi:>vements  l"iy  which  the  p»op)nlations  of  the 
TAojrld  are  transformed.  Hi-tory  is  Idind.  crtiel.  remorseless. 
She  is  the  least  sentimental  of  all  the  divinities.  She  neither 
smiles  at  htiman  happ)iness.  nor  weeps  at  human  sorrow:  she 
merely  attend-  t*;*  h^r  syllogism.  AVhen  she  hnds  a  tril)e  of 
nomads  living  in  a  valley  adap'te'l  to  the  ctiltivation  of  corn, 
she  sends  the  news  to  -ome  corn -raising  race,  and  leaves  the 
rest  to  cupidity  and  the  casttists. 

And  the  castii-ts  make  a  mtich  of  the  Avhole  btisiness.  They 
seek  a  design.  They  lin<d  it  in  this — that  the  soil  is  intended 
for  those  Avho  will  ctiltivate  it.  They  hx  on  this  correlation. 
The  hint  of  nattire  i-.  that  the  clover-held  and  the  orchard  must 
take  the  place  of  the  Ijrake  and  the  wilderness.    It  is  all  very 


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beautiful.  The  designated  race  comes  in ;  and  tlie  gray 
squirrel,  after  gibing  at  tlie  business  for  a  season,  goes  over  the 
horizon  followed  by  a  bullet. 

But  how  about  the  other  side  of  the  (juestion?  It  is  well 
for  the  supplanters — but  the  supplanted?  The  red  deer  is 
designed  for  the  canedjrake,  and  the  canedjrake  for  him.  Both 
ai'e  designed  for  the  hunter.  Is  Nature  not  as  well  pleased  to 
be  tracked  by  a  buck  of  ten  spikes,  as  to  be  wounded  in  the 
breast  with  a  hoe  ? 

In  this  world  there  is  one  law:  the  weakest  goes  to  the 
uKiU,  Men  may  as  well  expect  a  weight  on  the  shorter 
arm  of  a  lever  to  lift  a  greater  weight  on  the  longer,  as 
h)  suppose  a  reversal  of  this  law.  There  is  such  a  thing 
as  a  science  of  Historical  Physics^  which  it  is  time  for 
thinkers  to  consider.  The  fundamental  maxim  in  the  dynam- 
ics of  progress  is,  that  the  greater  force  overcomes  the 
less.  They  who  will,  may  complain  of  the  result  and  try  to 
explain  it. 

The  movement  of  civilization  westward,  from  Babylon  to 
Rome,  from  Rome  to  London,  from  London  to  San  Francisco, 
has  furnished  a  succession  of  eras  in  which  the  stronger,  more 
highly  developed  races,  have  flung  themselves  in  heavy  masses 
upon  the  aboriginal  populations.  The  latter  have  yielded, 
have  perished,  are  perishing.  In  Greece,  the  Hellenes  came 
upon  the  Pelasgians,  and  the  latter  were  either  exterminated 
or  absorbed.  Again,  in  Southern  Italy,  the  CEnotrians  were 
overwhelmed  by  the  aggressive  colonists  of  Magna  Graecia. 
The  Gaulish  and  British  Celts  sank  into  the  earth  under  the 
tremendous  pressure  of  the  Roman  and  the  Saxon.  The 
American  aT)origines,  forced  back  from  the  seaboard  through 
the  passes  of  the  Alleghanies,  are  swept  across  the  great  valley 
of  the  Mississippi,  and  thrown  up  like  pebbles  on  the  plains  of 
the  West. 

In  the  great  march  which  has  thus  substituted  the  wheat- 
field  for  the  cane-brake,  and  made  the  White  man  the  extermi- 
nator of  the  Red  barbarian,  there  is  this  that  is  peculiar:  in 
America  the  work  has  been  done  by  a  class  of  men  unknown 


INTRODUCTION 


l7 


in  Euro23e — The  Pioneers.  Europe  was  peopled  by  large 
bodies  of  men  moving  from  one  country  to  another.  In 
many  regions  the  antiquarian  finds  the  Age  of  Stone  suddenly 
cut  off  by  the  Age  of  Bronze,  without  any  intervening  Age 
of  Copper.  This  means  that  a  bronze-bearing  soldiery  over- 
whelmed the  people  of  the  Stone  Age  before  the  latter  had 
developed  into  a  capability  of  working  the  metals.  The 
Hellenes  came  from  the  east  as  migrating  tribes.  The  original 
|)eoples  of  the  peninsula  were  extinguished  by  the  invaders. 
The  Gaulish  nations  were  trodden  under  foot  by  Csesar's 
armies.  The  followers  of  Hengist  and  Horsa,  before  whom 
the  Celts  of  Britain  perished,  were  an  innumerable  horde. 
Everywhere,  except  in  our  own  country,  the  movement  has 
been  en  masse.  But  in  America  the  work  has  been  accom- 
plished by  a  different  process.  Here  we  have  had  the  gradual 
approach  of  civilization,  and  the  gradual  recession  of  barbar- 
ism. Population  has  been  flung  westward  in  a  spray,  which 
has  fallen  far  out  beyond  the  actual  line  of  the  column. 
Hence  the  pioneers. 

It  is  surprising  that  no  State  of  the  great  sisterhood, 
west  of  the  influence  of  the  Atlantic  tides,  has  been  colonized. 
Every  commonwealth  has  been  peopled  by  the  scattered 
scouts  of  progress — the  pioneers.  They  have  come  by  twos 
and  threes.  The  individual,  unable  longer  to  endure  the 
hardships  of  civilization,  has  moved  out  to  find  the  comforts 
and  conveniences  of  the  wilderness.  At  the  first  he  consisted 
of  himself,  his  dog,  and  his  gun.  A  little  later  he  consisted 
of  himself,  several  dogs,  one  wife,  and  many  children.  After- 
wards he  consisted  of  himself,  with  the  concomitants  last 
mentioned,  and  a  neighbor  of  precisely  the  same  defini- 
tions. 

We  have  thus  had  in  America  a  race  of  men,  $ui  generis- — 
the  pioneers — the  hardiest  breed  of  adventurers  that  ever  fore- 
ran the  columns  of  civilization.  They  belonged,  like  other 
heroes,  to  the  Epoch  of  the  Dawn.  The  Old  World  knew 
them  not.  They  are  our  own — or  were;  for  the  pioneer  type 
is  in  process  of  extinction.    Like  the  red  tribes,  pressed  back 


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by  their  energies,  tlie  rugged  adventurers  who  made  ourselves 
possible,  are  seen  only  in  the  glow  of  sun -down.  The  line  of 
pioneer  life  has  swept  westward  from  the  Connecticut  to  the 
Hudson;  from  the  Delaware  to  the  Ohio;  from  the  Ohio  to 
the  Wabash,  the  Wisconsin,  and  the  Illinois;  from  the  Father 
of  Waters  to  the  Rockies  and  the  Plains.  In  a  few  more 
years  there  will  be  no  place  on  the  continent,  or  any  continent, 
that  can  properly  be  called  The  West.  The  23ioneer  has 
always  lived  in  the  West.  He  will  disappear  with  his  habitat, 
and  never  be  seen  more. 

The  pioneers  were  a  people  of  heroic  virtues — and  no 
literature.  The  situation  forbade  it.  The  actual  life  of  the 
men  who  made  civilization  possible  in  the  larger  part  of  the 
United  States  was  remanded  at  their-  death  to  tradition.  The 
pioneer  bard  starved.  The  pioneer  annalist  left  his  note- 
book to  his  son,  who  lost  it  while  moving  further  Avest.  The 
next  generation  repeated  the  story  of  frontier  life  as  it  had 
])een  received  from  the  fathers.  A  few  wrote.  From  Canada 
to  the  lagoons  of  Tx)uisiaua  a  traditional  lore  gre^v  up  and 
was  perpetuated.  Then  came  l)ooks,  most  of  them  written 
with  little  skill  and  no  dramatic  cpiality,  often  garrulous, 
sometimes  dull.  In  thenj,  hoAvever,  were  portrayed  the 
incidents  and  accidents  of  that  daring  life  which  Avas  soon 
to  sink  behind  the  horison. 

A  few  of  these  frontier  hooks  Avere  Avritten  l)y  the  actors; 
others,  by  those  Avho  had  not  2)articipated  in  the  scenes 
described;  most,  l)y  persons  of  little  scholarshi])  (^r  Avit. 
Until  the  present  time  fcAV  Avorks  on  pioneer  life  and  adven- 
ture have  been  produced  Avhich  have  exhibited  artistic  merit 
and  literary  ability.  The  flash  of  life  through  the  cumbrous 
drama  has  been  obscured  by  dull  conception,  coarse  diction, 
ungainly  style,  and  unnatural  arrangement.  It  is  important 
at  the  present  epoch,  AAdien  the  sun  of  our  heroes'  fame  is 
setting,  but  has  not  set,  that  a  true  and  Advid  picture  should 
be  preserA^ed  of  the  life  which  they  led,  and  the  deeds  Avhich 
they  performed.  *  - 

As  it  respects  this  preservation  for  posterity  of  the  annals 


ISTROD  VCTION  1 9 

of  our  Pioneer  Age — the  story  of  our  great  adventurers 
and  heroes — there  is  thus  presented  an  alternative  between 
the  noio  and  the  never.  AVhat  is  not  presently  accomplished 
in  the  way  of  an  authentic  record  of  the  daring  exploits 
of  the  fathers  will  never  l)e  accomplished  at  all.  It  is  a 
question  of  immediate  photography.  The  pioneer  may  still 
be  sketched  ere  the  sunlight  fades  into  darkness;  but  the 
evening  cometh,  when  no  instrument,  however  delicate  its 
lenses,  can  supply  the  want  of  a  living  subject  for  the 
picture.  In  another  generation  the  sketch  of  the  American 
adventurer  will  be  but  the  reproduction  of  a  wood -cut. 
instead  of  a  photograph  from  nature.  Whoever  by  genius 
and  industry  contributes  to  fix  in  our  literature  an  adequate 
conception  of  the  lives  and  deeds  of  our  heroes  will  make 
himself  a  favorite  of  the  2^resent  and  a  friend  of  the  coming 
generation. 

Such  a  work  reciuires  the  skill  of  a  dramatist.  It  is 
not  enough  that  the  story  of  the  men,  "who  by  their  valor 
and  warcraft  l)eat  back  the  savages  from  the  T)orders  of 
civilization,  and  gave  the  American  forests  to  the  plo^v 
and  the  sickle/'  shouhl  be  told  even  passably  well ;  it  must 
be  told  Avith  the  fervor  and  living  power  of  the  drama. 
Shakespeare  is  now  recognized  a^^  the  prince  of  historians. 
If  we  Avould  study  the  story  of  the  struggles  of  York 
and  Lancaster,  we  shall  do  lietter  in  the  three  Henrys  and 
the  two  Hiclieirels  than  in  the  fiat  and  lifeless  pages  of  Hall 
and  Hollinshed.  It  has  remained  for  our  times  to  discover 
that  the  historical  imagination  is  better  than  the  historical 
microscope.  The  former  discovers  men;  the  latter,  insects. 
The  former  composes  the  Drama  of  Life;  the  latter  the  Farce 
of  Particulars. 

The  present  work  is  a  series  of  dramas  in  prose.  It  gathers 
and  relates  the  exploits  of  our  national  heroes.  The  characters 
live  and  act.  The  material  is  gathered  from  the  wild,  but 
not  extravagant,  annals  of  frontier  life.  Every  scene  in  this 
book  is  a  true  photograph  from  Man  and  Xature.  The  inci- 
dents are  real.    They  are  sketched  with  a  dramatic  power 


INTkohXJCTION. 


which,  can  be  paralleled  in  no  other  book  devoted  to  the  romance 
and  tragedy  of  American  adventure.  The  author  has  precisely 
that  kind  of  fervor  which  is  requisite  to  make  alive  the  very 
pages  whereon  his  characters  are  marshaled  for  our  interest. 
The  book  conforms  emphatically  to  the  prime  conditions  of 
narrative:  it  is  inter estiny  and  true.  The  interest  is  maintained 
by  the  vigor  and  enthusiasm  of  the  treatment;  the  truth  has 
been  elicited  by  a  careful  culling  and  comparison  of  the  various 
traditions,  which  are  thus  given  a  new  lease  of  life. 

The  book  is  a  work  of  art.  It  is  composed  with  a  skill 
worthy  of  the  highest  sjDecies  of  literary  effort.  The  aiTange- 
ment  of  the  several  parts,  and  the  adaptation  of  style  to  sub- 
ject, show  on  the  part  of  the  author  a  rare  combination  of 
brilliant  fancy  and  artistic  taste.  Mr.  Mason  has  made  the 
happy  discovery  that  dullness  in  a  book  is  never  commended, 
exce2:)t  in  the  columns  of  a  magazine  called  the  Owls'  Own 
Quarterly. 

To  all  classes  of  people  The  Story  of  the  Pioneers  will 
recommend  itself.  The  book  will  be  read  carefully — which  is 
an  important  consideration  in  the  premises.  The  American  boy 
will  take  fire  as  he  turns  these  pages.  The  mild -eyed  youth 
in  the  bubble -stage  of  sentiment  will  wonder  that  such  things 
could  be  and  not  overcome  the  actors.  He  who  has  reached  the 
zone  of  apathy  in  the  Middle  Age  of  Man  will  find  in  these 
thrilling  stories  of  the  life  that  is  setting  a-w^est  food  to  revive 
the  adventurous  spirit;  and  the  nonagenarian  may  chance  to  be 
re -warmed  to  hear  again  so  graphically  related  the  traditions 
that  hovered  about  the  fountains  of  his  youth. 

A  book  so  well  conceived  and  admirably  executed — so  vivid 
in  its  delineations  of  the  lives  and  deeds  of  our  national  heroes, 
and  so  picturesque  in  its  contrasts  and  surprises — can  hardly 
fail  of  a  hearty  reception  by  the  public. 

John  Clark  Ridpath. 


List  of  IllMStratioiSo 


Captain  Brady  and  His  Chickasaw  Scout   Frontispiece 

The  Great  Powhattan   24 

Sufferings  of  the  Vrooman  Family   25 

Pioneer  Women  Inciting  Indians  to  Violence   26 

Alice  Thompson's  Appeal  for  Mercy   27 

Red  Jacket  Pleading  for  Peace   28 

Carson  Conducting  Emigrants  across  the  Sierra  Nevada   29 

Carson  Parleying  with  Cheyenne  Scouts   30 

Cheyenne  Braves  on  the  War  Path   30 

The  Sioux  Massacre  at  Big  Stone  Lake,  Minnesota   31 

Frontier  Settlers  in  Minnesota — the  Boelter  Homestead;   32 

The  First  Day  at  Jamestown   37 

Captain  Smith  Amuses  Pocahontas  with  Toys   44 

French  and  Indian  Hunters  of  the  Blue  Juniata   55 

An  Indian  Scout  Reconnoitering   55 

Battle  of  Captain  Smith  and  the  Indian  Chief   57 

Captain  John  Smith   74 

Pocahontas   76 

Baptism  of  Virginia  Dare   79 

Marriage  of  Rolfe  and  Pocahontas   80 

Escaping  from  Brant's  Indians   89 

La  Salle  and  His  Companions  •   90 

Marquette  and  Joliet  Preaching   99 

La  Salle  Proclaiming  the  French  Empire  in  America   106 

Murder  of  La  Salle  in  Texas   115 

Torture  of  a  Prisoner  by  the  Iroquois   124 

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22  LIST  OF  ILLUSTRATIONS. 

PAGE 

Death  of  Braddock   125 

Rogers'  Rangers  on  Lake  George    145 

Catherine  Reveals  the  Conspiracy  to  Gladwin   159 

Roger  Williams  Opposing  the  Pequot  Emissaries   163 

Arrival  of  Dalzell  with  Supplies   186 

Panic  of  the  Philadelphians  at  the  Approach  of  tlie  Paxtons      ......  203 

The  Baronet  in  Council  with  the  Mohawks   216 

The  Battle  near  Fort  Schuyler   238 

The  Summons  at  Captain  Mann' B                                                                .  243 

Struggle  of  a  Frontier  Militiaman  with  a  Mohawk  Brave                                .  254 

Joseph  Brant   262 

Capture  of  David  Morgan's  Assailant   282 

The  End  of  Vengence   282 

Conflict  of  the  Linn  Boys  with  the  Indians   293 

The  Defense  of  the  Scraggs  Cabin   304 

Mrs.  Harrison  and  Her  Captors    .   309 

Witchcraft  at  Salem  Village   316 

Killing  an  Indian  Scout  in  the  Ohio  Valley   319 

A  Western  Mazeppa — Simon  Kenton  a  Prisoner    .   331 

Death  of  James  Brady   336 

Brady's  Leap   343 

Boone  Rescues  the  Calloway  Sisters   348 

Boone  Rescues  His  Daughter  .    .   369 

Slover's  Companion  Running  the  Gauntlet   401 

Assassination  of  Marat  by  Cliarlotte  Corday   422 

Tecumseh  Entering  the  Council  .    .   426 

Region  of  the  Creek  War   432 

.  The  Dog  Charge   438 

Andrew  Jackson     .    .   439 

Red  Eagle's  Leap    .   443 

Plan  of  the  Battle  of  the  Horseshoe   447 

Tecumseh                               .    .    .   454 

Capture  of  Boone  by  the  Indians                                               .    ....    .  459 

Tecumseh  as  a  Deer  Hunter     .   464 

Fort  Harrison                             .    .    ......    .......    .    .  473 

General  Harrison's  Cavalry  Horses  Stampeded  .   481 

Battle  of  Tippecanoe — Where  Jo  Daviess  Fell                                       ...  481 

The  Seminole  War— Massacre  of  the  Motte  Family    .    ...    .    .    ....  492 

Osceola   500 

Zachary  Taylor   504 

Rescue  of  Lucy  Cornells  by  Red  Eagle   519 

Black  Hawk   528 

Keokuk   535 


LIST  OF  ILLUSTRATIONS.                               '  23 

PAGE 

Carson  and  the  Trappers  in  Camp   544 

Carson  Killing  the  Horse  Thief   552 

Carson  Attacked  by  Grizzlies   554 

Encounter  Between  Carson  and  Shunan   556 

The  Rescue  of  Cotton  ,   553 

Carson  and  His  Favorite  Horse  "Apache"   568 

The  Rangers  Pursuing  the  Couianches   588 

Spotted  Leopard,  the  Comanche  Chief    601 

Colonel  David  Crockett   616 

Attacked  \>j  the  Nez  Perce  Indians      .   642 

Fremont  on  the  Rocky  Mountains   668 

Robert  Sieur  De  La  Salle   673 

Pere  Marque4:te   674 

Pierre  Laclede,  First  Settler  of  St.  Louis   675 

The  Destiny  of  the  Red  Man   675 

Emblematic  Group  "Georgraphy  and  Society"   676 

A  Corner  Entrance  of  the  Varied  Industries  Palace   677 

Machinery  Palace  in  Foreground,  Electricity  Palace  Beyond   678 

Main  Entrance  and  Portion  of  West  Fagade  of  Educational  Palace    ....  679 

A  Corner  Entrance  of  the  Education  Palace   680 


THE  GREAT  POWHATAN. 


SUFFERINGS  OF  THE  VROOMAN  FAiVllLY. 


PIONEER  WOMEN  JNCI  l  INi;  INDIANS  TO  VIOLENCE. 


ALICE  THOMPSON'S  APPEAL  FOR  MERCY. 


RED  JACKET  PLEADING  FOR  PEAC:^. 


CARSON  CONDUCTING  EMIGRANTS  ACROSS  THE  SIERRA  NEVADA. 


CARSON  PARI.EYING  WITH  CHEYENNE  SCOUTS. 


CHEYENNE  BRAVES  ON  THE  WAR  PATI[. 


CHAPTER  1. 


THE  LEGEND  OF  POWHATAN 

HE  age  of  Elizabetli  was  an  age  of  Tronders. 
The  extension  of  commerce  and  tlie  revival  of 
learning,  the  reformation  of  religion  and  tlie 
revolution  of  science,  the  rise  of  civil  liberty 
and  the  invention  of  negro  slavery,  the  theory 
of  the  planets,  the  proof  of  the  circulation  of 
the  1)1  ood,  and  the  discoveries  in  the  Xew  World,  all  condjined, 
at  once,  l)y  their  variety  and  opjiositeness,  to  stimulate  and 
astonish  the  minds  of  men.  It  was  a  dozen  epochs  crowded 
into  one.  The  wildest  romances  were  seriously  believed,  and 
the  soberest  facts  laughed  at  as  chimeras.  Every  thing  which 
was  simple  and  matter  of  fact  was  rejected.  The  more  improb- 
able a  thino;  was,  the  more  willinHv  men  received  it  as  truth. 
At  such  a  time  the  stories  of  the  traveler  found  a  ready 
audience. 

Captain  John  Smith,  the  historian  of  PoAvhatan  and  Poca- 
hontas, was  a  traveler  who  narrated  his  oavu  adventures.  As  a 
story-teller  he  was  a  success.  What  he  tells  us  of  Powhatan 
and  his  amiable  daughter,  is  told  as  an  aside  to  the  stirring 
drama  of  his  own  life,  Left  an  orphan,  in  England,  at  fifteen, 
l;ut  with  competent  means,  he  was  apprenticed  to  a  trade,  while 
his  guardians  appropriated  his  fortune  to  themselves.  He  had 
read  books  of  romance  and  adventure  enough  to  inspire  him  to 

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INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


run  away.  But  lie  was  no  ordinary  boy.  He  rambled  around 
over  Europe,  meeting  with  various  adventures,  taking  part  in 
the  Continental  wars  until  the  peace  of  1598.  Being  nineteen 
years  old  and  eager  for  adventure,  he  enlisted  in  an  army  of 
mercenaries,  employed  in  the  war  of  the  Netherlands.  After 
a  year  or  two  of  hacking  at  his  fellow-men,  he  fell  in  with 
three  rogues  for  companions,  who  robbed  him  and  escaped. 
One  of  these  gallants  he  afterward  met,  and  ran  through  with 
his  sword. 

Our  hero  next  appears  on  a  shij)  bound  for  Italy.  Getting 
into  a  quarrel  with  the  passengers  over  religion  and  politics, 
they  settled  the  argument  by  pitching  him  overboard.  But 
''God  got  him  ashore  on  an  island."  He  was  picked  up  by  a 
trading  vessel,  the  Britaine^  which  seemed  to  have  no  particu- 
lar destination,  but  lingered  around  for  freight.  The  "  freight " 
wanted  was  a  Venetian  merchant  vessel,  which  no  sooner  ''spoke" 
than  the  Britaine  fired  a  })roadside.  A  lively  fight  followed, 
but  the  merchant  surrendered  to  the  pirate.  Of  the  spoils, 
Smith  got  "five  hundred  sequins,  and  a  little  box  God  sent 
him,  worth  as  much  more."  His  acknowledgments  of  Provi- 
dence are  touching. 

Having  wandered  around  Italy  till  he  was  tired,  Smith 
went  to  Vienna,  and  enlisted  in  the  army  of  the  Emperor 
Rudolph,  in  the  war  against  the  Turks.  The  Turks  had  shut 
up  Lord  Ebersbraught  in  the  besieged  town  of  Olumpagh.  Smith 
had  invented  a  system  of  signals,  which  he  had  once  providen- 
tially explained  to  Ebersbraught.  Letters  from  A  to  L  were 
represented  by  one  torch  displayed  as  many  times  as  the  letter 
was  removed  from  A  ;  letters  from  M  to  Z  were  represented  by 
two  torches,  similarly  displayed.  Three  torches  signified  the  end 
of  a  word.  Going  upon  a  hill,  Smith  flashed  his  torches  to  the 
besieged,  signaling  that  they  would  attack  at  midnight  on  the 
east.  The  garrison  were  to  make  a  sortie  at  the  same  time.  On 
the  side  opposite  to  that  of  the  intended  attack,  Smith  set  up 
some  stakes  in  the  plain,  and  strung  them  with  long  lines  of 
powder  strings.  At  the  moment  of  the  attack  these  were  touched 
off,  resembling  the  flash  of  musketiy,  and  the  Turks  ])re]mred, 


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in  force,  to  resist  the  attack  from  this  quarter.  Their  mistake 
was  discovered  too  late  to  prevent  the  rescue  of  the  garrison. 
From  this  time  on.  Smith  bore  the  rank  of  captain. 

Still  more  chivalric  are  his  performances  in  another  siege. 
During  the  slow  toil  of  the  besieging  Christians  in  making 
trenches  and  fortifications,  the  Turks  would  frequentlv  yell  at 
them,  and  ridicule  their  work.  In  order  to  pass  away  the  time 
and  "delight  the  ladies,"  the  Turkish  bashaw  sent  a  challenge 
for  single  combat  with  any  Christian.  John  Smith,  aged  twenty- 
three,  accepted  it.  A  theater  was  built,  the  armies  drawn  up, 
and  the  bashaw  appeared  to  the  sound  of  music.  His  capar- 
isoned horse  was  led  by  two  janizaries,  and  his  lance  was  borne 
by  a  third.  On  his  shoulders  were  a  pair  of  silver  wings,  and 
his  costume  was  ornamented  w^ith  jeweled  plumes.  This  gor- 
geous being  Smith  did  not  keep  long  in  waiting.  Accompanied 
by  a  single  page,  he  took  position,  made  a  courteous  salute, 
charged  at  the  signal,  and,  before  the  bashaw  could  say  Jack 
Robinson,'  thrust  his  lance  through  the  sight  of  his  beaver, 
face,  head,  and  all,  threw  him  to  the  ground,  and  cut  off  his 
head."  A  friend  of  the  bashaw's  then  challenged  Smith.  The 
fight  was  with  pistols,  the  Englishman  winning  another  head. 
Smith  then  became  challeno:er.  The  combat  was  lona'  and  doubt- 
ful.  The  w^eapons  were  battle-axes.  Once  Smith  dropped  his, 
and  the  Turks  set  up  a  great  cheer,  but  •'by  his  judgment  and 
dexterity  in  such  a  business,  by  Gfod\s  assistance,  having  drawn 
his  fanchion,  he  pierced  the  Turk  so  under  the  culets,  thorow 
backe  and  body." 

Smith  was  eventually  taken  prisoner,  but  only  to  meet  with 
a  new  adventure.  He  was  sent  to  be  the  slave  of  the  beautiful 
Charatza  Tragabigzanda  at  Constantinople.  He  was  by  no  means 
ill-favored,  and  the  tender  passion  soon  inflamed  the  heart  of  the 
young  mistress.  But  controlling  herself,  she  sent  him  away  to 
her  brother  Tymor,  "  to  learn  the  language,  till  time  made  her 
mistress  of  herself."  Smith  thought  he  would,  ere  long,  become 
her  husband,  but  in  an  hour  after  his  arrival  the  brother  stripped 


INDiAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


him  naked,  forged  a  great  iron  ring  about  his  neck,  with  a  bent 
stick  attached  to  it,  and  set  him  about  the  vilest  tasks.  One  day 
Tymor  was  alone  with  him  in  a  field.  Mad  with  rage,  Smith 
sprang  on  him,  beat  out  his  brains,  dressed  himself  in  the  dead 
man's  clothes,  and  made  his  escape.  After  wandering  several 
days  in  a  desert,  he  found  a  kind-hearted  man,  who  knocked 
off  the  iron,  and  helped  him  to  a  ship  homeward  bound. 

Such  was  the  man  who,  in  1605,  returned  to  smoky,  pesti- 
lential, and  filthy  London,  a  city  without  sidewalks  or  lighted 
streets,  its  houses,  built  of  wood,  vilely  constructed  and  venti- 
lated, one-half  of  its  people  religious  bigots,  the  other  half 
abandoned  debauchees.  The  town  was  feverish  with  excitement 
over  the  stories  of  the  great  Virginia,  where  gold  was  as  com- 
mon as  iron,  where  copper  was  dipped  out  of  the  rivers  by  the 
bowl  full,  where  the  inhabitants  decked  out  in  pearls  as  large 
as  peas,  supplied  all  visitors  with  the  rarest  fish  and  game  and 
the  finest  fruits,  "  four  times  bigger  than  those  in  England."  So, 
in  1606,  when  a  charter  was  granted  for  a  colony  in  Virginia, 
notwithstanding  several  previous  ones  had  utterly  failed,  and 
left  no  monument  but  the  story  of  their  fate.  Smith  joined  the 
expedition.  Edward  Wingfield  was  president.  It  is  not  won- 
derful that  this  crowd  of  seventy-one  persons  soon  fell  to  quar- 
reling. They  were  from  the  slums  of  London- — thieves,  plugs, 
cut-throats,  idlers — in  search,  not  of  glory,  but  of  a  country 
where  money  could  be  had  without  labor,  men,  as  Smith  said, 
"  more  fit  to  mar  a  state  than  to  make  one."  Their  settlement 
in  Virginia  was  called  Jamestown.    Here  they  had  a  rough  time. 

The  engraving  on  the  opposite  page  gives  a  faithful  view 
of  the  first  day's  work  in  the  wilderness.  It  was  a  struggle 
for  existence  rather  than  for  wealth.  Discipline  there  was 
none.  The  president  was  accused  of  keeping  the  choicest  stores 
for  himself.  The  men  would  not  work,  supplies  ran  low,  dis- 
ease and  famine  alike  attacked  the  unhappy  adventurers.  One 
night  they  had  an  ugly  row,  in  which  all  took  part.  Their 
preacher,  Mr.  Hunt,  a  good  man,  pacified  them,  and  the  next 


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THE  LEGEND  OF  POWHATAN. 


day  the  crowd  partook  of  the  holy  communion.  All  these 
colonial  undertakings,  no  matter  how  abandoned  the  men,  wore 
a  cloak  of  religion.  The  ostensible  aim,  as  expressed  in  the 
Jamestown  charter  was,  "  by  the  grace  of  Almighty  God,  to 
propagate  the  Christian  religion  to  such  people  as  yet  live  in 
darkness  and  miserable  ignorance  of  all  true  knowledge,  and 
worship  of  God." 

But  the  quarrel  was  ever  breaking  out  anew.  Conspiracies 
to  kill  Smith,  depose  Wingfield,  and  escape  to  England  in  the 
pinnace  were  as  thick  as  hops.  Sometimes  one  faction  had 
the  upper  hand,  sometimes  the  other.  The  intelligent  directors, 
safe  at  home,  had  instructed  the  colonists  to  search  for  a  pas- 
^  sage  to  the  North  Sea,  and  in  exploring  rivers,  when  they 
reached  a  fork  to  take  the  branch  leading  to  the  north-west  as 
most  likely  to  come  out  right.  In  obedience  to  this.  Captain 
Newport,  Smith,  and  others  shortly  ascended  the  river  which 
the  savages  called  Powhatan.  The  country,  too,  bore  the  name, 
and  the  various  tribes  of  Indians,  whatever  else  they  called 
themselves,  were  continually  mentioning  the  same  mysterious 
word.  On  their  journey  the  explorers  were  hospitably  treated, 
receiving  presents  of  fruit,  game,  and  vegetables,  as  w^ell  as  a 
roast  deer  and  baked  cakes.  They  reached  a  wigwam  village, 
governed  by  a  king,  the  name  of  town  and  ruler  both  being 
Powhatan.  This  chief  is  supposed  to  have  been  a  son  of  the 
great  Powhatan.  The  natives  made  elaborate  feasts,  and  in 
return  their  chief  was  entertained  on  the  ship,  where  the  En- 
glish pork  and  peas  and  the  liquors  quite  enraptured  him. 
When  the  latter  grew  suspicious  of  a  cross  erected  as  a  sign  of 
English  dominion,  Newport  told  him  the  arms  represented  Pow- 
hatan and  himself,  and  the  middle  their  united  league. 

On  the  morning  after  the  feast  on  shipboard,  the  noble  red 
man  found  himself  too  sick  to  get  up ;  no  doubt,  the  result 
of  the  hot  drinks  he  hjul  taken  to  so  kindly.  After  a  multi- 
tude of  feastings  from  other  chiefs,  the  explorers  returned  to  find 
that  the  colony  had  suffered  a  severe  attack  from  savages.  The 


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39 


president  was  cursed  to  his  face  for  his  failure  to  erect  fortifica- 
tions. He  was  accused  "  of  ingrissing  to  his  private  use  oat- 
meale,  sacke,  ojle,  aqua  vit^e.  beef,  and  egges  while  the  others 
had  only  ^*  a  half  pint  of  wheat,  and  as  much  barley  boyled 
with  water  for  a  man  a  day,  and  this  being  fryed  some  twenty- 
six  weeks  in  the  ship's  hold,  contained  as  many  wormes  as 
graines."  As  a  result  of  the  quarrels.  Wingfield  was  deposed 
and  imprisoned.  Wingfield  denies  embezzling  the  delicacies. 
"  I  never  had  but  one  squirrel  roasted  !" 

The  colonists  hung  one  of  the  council,  and  Smith  himself 
came  near  it.  The  pious  frauds  had  a  church,  however,  with 
"  Common  Prayer  morning  and  evening,  every  day  two  sermons, 
with  an  Homily  on  Sundaies."  Smith  seems  to  have  been 
almost  alone  in  his  efforts  to  build  up  the  colony.  Every  one 
else  was  crazy  about  gold.  He  made  several  short  voyages, 
securing  small  amounts  of  corn  from  the  Indians,  which,  with 
the  swans,  geese,  and  ducks  on  the  rivers,  wild  ^*  pumpkins  and 
persimmons,"  made  life  quite  tolerable,  so  that  for  a  while  the 
"  tuftaffety  "  gentlemen  of  the  colony  quit  wanting  to  return  to 
England.  Necessity,  however,  again  drove  Smith  to  make  a 
more  extended  voyage  up  the  Chickahominy. 

They  proceeded  up  the  river  as  far  as  possible  with  the 
pinnace.  Then  Smith  took  two  of  the  crew,  Robinson  and 
Emry,  ashore  with  him,  where  two  Indians  were  hired  to  take 
them  further  in  a  canoe.  The  crowd  in  this  canoe  paddled  some 
twenty  miles.  For  convenience  in  getting  supper,  they  pulled 
ashore.  Leaving  one  Indian  and  the  two  Englishmen  to  boyle 
the  pott,"  Smith  took  the  other  Indian  with  him  to  look  around 
in  the  neighborhood  for  game.  He  had  gone  some  distance  when 
cries  and  yells  were  heard  from  the  canoe,  and  then  all  grew 
stilL  Smith  rightly  conjectured  that  the  men  had  been  attacked 
and  killed.  Seizing  his  guide,  he  bound  him  fast  to  his  own 
arm  with  a  garter,  and  made  ready  to  fight.  No  Indians  were 
yet  in  sight,  but  an  arrow,  winged  by  a  hidden  hand,  struck 
Smith's  thigh.    Shortly  a  score  of  savages  jumped  from  their 


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THE  LEGEND  OF  POWHATAN, 


cover.  Holding  his  terrified  guide  before  him  as  a  shield,  Smith 
began  a  retreat  to  the  boat.  His  pistol  he  fired  as  often  as  he 
could,  and  at  every  shot  the  savages  fled.  When  the  sound 
died  away  they  would  again  appear  and  discharge  their  arrows, 
but  the  unlucky  Indian  tied  to  Smith's  arm  protected  him  well. 
But  for  an  accident,  the  retreat  would  have  been  successful,  and 
the  story  of  Powhatan  never  have  been  set  afloat  in  the  current 
of  history.  While  walking  backwards,  intent  on  his  enemies. 
Smith  fell  into  a  quagmire,  both  his  guide  and  himself  sinking 
up  to  their  breasts.  To  escape  was  out  of  the  question.  Almost 
dead  with  the  cold,  Smith  threw  away  his  weapons.  The  Indians 
then  ran  to  him  and  pulled  him  out  of  the  mud,  built  a  fire, 
rubbed  his  benumbed  limbs,  and  took  him  before  their  king,  Ope- 
chancanough,  a  brother,  as  it  transpired,  of  the  great  Powhatan. 

Smith  was  a  man  of  resources.  He  drew  out  a  compass, 
which  greatly  interested  the  savage,  and  then  proceeded  to 
"  demonstrate  by  that  globe-like  Jewell,  the  roundness  of  the 
Earth  and  Skies  the  Spheare  of  the  Sunne,  Moone,  and  Starres, 
and  how  the  Sunne  did  chase  the  night  round  about  the  world 
continually ;  the  greatness  of  the  Land  and  See,  the  diversitie 
of  Nations,  varietie  of  Complexions,  and  how  we  are  to  them 
Antipodes."  These  wonderful  qualities  of  a  compass  have, 
probably,  never  been  made  use  of  by  any  but  our  own  Smith. 

The  secret  of  his  demonstration  is  lost  to  science.  At  any 
rate,  it  evidently  impressed  the  savage,  as  it  must  the  reader, 
with  the  ingenious  intellect  of  the  lecturer.  The  king  saw  his 
captive  was  an  extraordinary  man.  Smith  was  placed  under 
guard,  and  the  Indians  formed  in  procession  to  conduct  him  to 
Orapaka,  a  "  Town  and  Seat  much  frequented  by  Powhatan 
and  the  Imperial  Family."  The  king  walked  first,  followed  by 
poor  Smith,  held  by  three  lusty  savages.  On  either  side  walked 
a  file  of  six  more,  with  their  arrows  notched.  The  remainder 
followed  in  single  file.  The  village  celebrated  the  strange  cap- 
ture with  games,  dances,  and  feastings.  Smith  was  placed  in  a 
long  house,  with  forty  savages  for  a  guard.    For  supper  he  had 


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41 


a  quarter  of  venison  and  ten  pounds  of  bread.  Each  morning 
three  women  brought  him  three  great  platters  of  fine  bread  and 
more  venison  than  a  dozen  men  coukl  devour.  In  sj^ite  of  the 
plenty,  Smith's  appetite  was  poor,  as  he  thought  they  fed  him 
highly  in  order  to  eat  him.  His  captors  were  preparing  to 
attack  Jamestown,  and  Smith  exerted  himself  to  explain  the 
terrible  cannon,  the  mines  with  which  the  fort  was,  he  said, 
surrounded,  and  the  certain  failure  which  would  result  from  an 
attack.  To  prove  it,  and  to  procure  some  presents  for  the 
Indians,  he  asked  the  king  to  send  messengers  to  the  fort.  This 
request  was  granted.  Three  naked  savages  set  out  through  the 
snow  and  ice  of  winter  on  the  trip.  Smith  took  care  to  send  a 
letter,  scratched  on  some  bark,  telling  the  colonists  that  he  was 
safe,  and  hoAv  to  both  treat  the  messengers  well,  yet  to  frighten 
them  with  the  cannon,  and  to  send  him  certain  trinkets.  When 
the  messengers  returned,  great  was  the  astonishment  of  the 
village  that  Smith  had  been  able  to  talk  so  far  to  his  friends, 
and  that  the  messengers  had  brought  what  he  predicted  they 
would  bring. 

After  many  days  of  delay  and  ceremony,  the  Indians  decided 
to  take  Smith  before  their  emperor,  Powhatan,  the  Indian  C?esar, 
who  had  conquered  the  entire  region,  to  whom  innumerable 
chiefs  and  tribes  were  subject.  Such  was  the  extent  of  his 
name  that  the  English,  understanding  little  of  the  language  but 
hearing  the  word  often  repeated,  by  turns  regarded  it  as  we 
have  seen,  as  the 'name  of  a  river,  of  the  country,  of  the  people, 
of  a  town,  and  of  the  chief  whom  they  met  in  their  first 
voyage.  This  man  had  extended  his  dominions  till  they  were 
many  times  the  size  of  his  original  inheritance.  The  hereditary 
chiefs  or  "kings"  of  the  subject  tribes  were  permitted  to  rule 
their  own  tribes  as  before  the  conquest,  and  their  local  laws  and 
customs  were  not  interfered  with,  on  condition  of  their  paying 
annual  tribute  to  Powhatan  of  "  Skins,  Beades,  Copper,  Pearl, 
Deare,  Turkies,  wild  Beastes,  and  Corn,"  a  system  of  govern- 
ment strangely  similar  to  that  of  the  Roman  Empire.  His  subjects 


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THE  LEGEND  OF  POWHATAN, 


regarded  him  as  half  man  and  half  God,  a  rather  intimate  union 
of  church  and  state. 

When  the  dauntless  Smith  was  presented  to  this  important 
personage,  he  seemed  about  sixty  years  old,  his  hair  was  gray, 
his  figure  tall  and  majestic.  He  was  reclining  at  the  end  of  a 
long  apartment,  on  a  chair  or  couch  of  state,  covered  with  great 
robes  of  furs,  with  a  coronet  of  immense,  gayly  colored  plumes 
on  his  head.  At  his  head  and  feet  sat  two  shapely  young 
Indian  girls,  in  scanty  attire,  his  youngest  and  favorite  wives. 
Behind  him  were  grouped  the  rest  of  his  wives,  adorned  with 
beads  and  decorated  with  the  most  gaudy  paints.  Around  the 
room  were  arranged  fifty  of  the  tallest  warriors  in  his  domin- 
ions. This  "  palace  guard  "  was  increased  to  two  hundred  from 
this  time  on  account  of  the  English.  He  is  said  to  have  lived 
in  great  barbaric  state  and  magnificence.''  At  night  a  sentinel 
was  posted  on  each  corner  of  the  house, who  was  required  at  cer- 
tain intervals  to  give  a  signal  to  the  guard  in  the  house.  If  he 
slept  or  omitted  the  signal  he  received  terrible  punishment. 
Powhatan  had  a  large  number  of  towns  or  seats  in  which  he, 
from  time  to  time,  made  his  residence,  according  to  the  season 
or  the  character  of  the  game  which  each  place  afforded. 

On  Smith's  entrance  into  the  dusky  emperor's  hall  of  state, 
a  terrific  shout  was  set  up.  The  Queen  of  Appomattox  (a  name 
now  familiar  to  every  American),  brought  a  copper  basin  of 
water,  while  her  companion  attended  with  a  bunch  of  feathers 
on  which  to  dry  Smith's  hands.  The  emperor,  having  assured 
liimself  that  Smith's  hands  Avere  clean,  proceeded  to  ask  him 
ii] numerable  questions  as  to  where  he  was  from,  where  he  was 
going,  what  brought  the  whites  to  his  kingdom,  what  were  their 
intentions,  what  kind  of  a  country  they  lived  in,  and  how  many 
warriors  they  had.  No  doubt,  the  slayer  of  three  Turkish 
bashaws,  and  the  pet  of  the  princess,  Tragabigzanda,  was  equal 
to  his  opportunities.  It  is  possible  that  the  old  savage  regarded 
him  as  a  liar,  for  after  his  questionings  were  over.  Smith  says, 
^^a  long  consultation  was  held,  but  the  conclusion  was,  two 


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43 


great  stones  were  brought  before  Powhatan ;  then  as  many 
savages  as  could,  layd  hands  on  him,  dragged  him  to  them,  and 
theron  laid  his  head,"  preparatory  to  beating  out  his  precious 
brains  Avith  their  war-clubs.  By  lucky  accident  Smith  escaped 
the  doom  through  the  famous  intercession  of  Pocahontas,  the 
king's  dearest  daughter,  whom  no  entreaty  could  prevaile,  but 
gat  his  head  in  her  arms,  and  laid  her  own  upon  his  to  save 
him  from  death,"  an  incident  which  has  been  expanded,  moral- 
ized upon,  and  applauded  in  turn  by  a  hundred  historians. 

No  doubt  poor  Smith  received  the  caresses  of  the  Indian 
maiden  with  a  sensation  raiely  the  lot  of  mortals  to  enjo}',  for 
the  stern  old  emperor  looked  at  the  scene  for  a  moment,  mut- 
tered a  few  words  in  his  strange  tongue,  and,  with  his  own  hand 
lifted  the  girl  and  Smith  from  the  ground.  Smith  was  still  doubt- 
ful of  his  fate  for  a  day  or  two.  During  this  time  he  busied 
himself  carving  wooden  toys  for  Pocahontas,  who  had  saved  him 
by  her  intercession.  These  tilled  the  childish  hearts  of  herself 
and  her  companions  with  delight.  While  making  himself  pop- 
ular with  the  young  girls,  Smith  noticed  with  satisfaction  that 
the  chiefs  still  admired  and  wondered  at  the  compass  as  much 
as  ever.  In  the  picture  on  the  opposite  page  the  wily  English- 
man is  presenting  Pocahontas  with  a  wooden  doll,  which  he  has 
just  manufactured. 

One  day,  old  Powhatan  laid  aside  his  dignity,  as  most  kings 
do  at  times,  and  disguising  himself  in  the  most  horrible  manner, 
with  two  hundred  others,  as  blacke  as  himselfe,"  hid  behind  a 
curtain  in  a  large  house,  to  which  Smith  was  presently  brought. 
He  sat  down  by  the  fire,  thinking  the  apartment  otherwise  unoc- 
cupied, when  Avith  unearthly  shrieks  and  a  ^'hellishe  noise."  the 
savages  jumped  from  their  hiding-place,  brandishing  weapons, 
and  making  horrible  contortions  as  they  circled  around  him. 
He  supposed  his  end  was  at  hand.  The  affair  was  only  a  joke, 
though  he  was  well-nigh  dead  with  apprehension.  There  are 
still  savages,  white  enough.  Avho  enjoy  such  jokes.  PoAvhatan 
explained  the  matter  Avith  many  grins,  furnished  him  Avith 


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45 


guides,  and  sent  him  back  to  Jamestown.  Smith  promised  to 
send  his  liberator  "two  gmines  and  a  gryndestone."  This 
promise  he  fulfilled  by  offering  his  guides  two  culverins  and  a 
mill-stone,  which  they  could  not  possibly  transport.  He  took 
care  both  to  frighten  by  firing  the  culverins  and  to  pacify  them 
with  many  presents  for  Powhatan  and  his  wives. 

Smith's  life,  however,  was  scarcely  safer  among  the  ruffians 
at  the  fort  than  among  the  savages.  On  the  day  of  his  return, 
his  enemies,  headed  by  Ratcliffe,  the  president,  arrested  him 
on  the  charge  of  murdering  his  two  companions,  Robinson  and 
Emry,  found  him  guilty,  and  sentenced  him  to  be  hung  the  next 
morning,  a  sentence  of  which  the  fulfillment  was  only  prevented 
by  the  arrival  of  Newport,  from  England,  the  same  evening. 
The  affectionate  Pocahontas  and  her  fiither  did  not  forget  Smith. 
Two  or  three  days  after  his  return  a  fire  broke  out,  destroying 
their  buildings  and  supplies  at  the  fort.  Shortly  afterward, 
Pocahontas,  a  perfectly  nude  maiden,  appeared  at  the  fort  with 
a  train  of  attendants  such  as  herself,  bringing  presents  of  corn 
and  game  to  Smith  and  his  friends.  This  visit  was  only  the 
first  of  a  long  series,  in  which  Pocahontas  came  to  the  fort  regu- 
larly, at  least  twice  a  week,  with  abundant  gifts.  She  Avas  only 
eleven  or  twelve  years  old,  evidently  of  a  kind  and  generous 
nature,  but  full  of  the  fun  which  belongs  to  youth.  On  the 
occasions  of  her  visits  to  the  fort,  she  became  well  acquainted 
with  the  men.  Her  sportiveness  was  manifested  by  "  making 
cart  wheeles,"  falling  on  her  hands,  "  heeles  upwards,"  and  turn- 
ing over  and  over  around  the  fort. 

During  Smith's  seven  weeks'  captivity,  which  had  been  a 
great  advantage  in  gaining  the  confidence  and  learning  the  lan- 
guage of  the  Indians,  he,  in  order  to  awe  them,  greatly  bragged 
of  the  immense  power  and  skill  of  Captain  Newport.  Though 
he  secretly  despised  the  man.  Smith,  priest-like,  set  up  the 
bogus  image  before  the  worshiping  multitude,  and  called  it 
divine.  Powhatan  naturally  had  a  great  desire  to  see  New- 
port, and  he  was  promised  the  pleasure.    The  new-comers  on 


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INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


the  ship  completely  demoralized  the  prices  in  trade  with  the 
Indians.  The  sailors  were  foolishly  granted  the  privilege  of 
trading,  and  it  soon  took  a  pound  of  copper  to  buy  the  quantity 
of  corn  for  which  only  an  ounce  of  the  inetal  had  previously  been 
required.  Only  such  Indians  as  had  his  special  license  were 
allowed  by  Powhatan  to  visit  the  fort  and  trade.  One  poor 
redskin  slipped  in  one  day  without  license,  and  furtively  sold  a 
little  basket  of  corn.  For  this  offense  the  enqjeror  had  him 
killed.  Newport  sent  forward  to  Powhatan  presents,  much  too 
rich  to  be  wise,  and  followed  himself  with  Smith  and  forty  men. 

When  they  arrived  at  Werowocomoco,  the  wary  Newport 
declined  going  ashore,  for  fear  of  treachery,  till  Smith  first 
examined  the  situation.  Even  Smith,  before  crossing  the  crazy 
traps,  which  bridged  a  network  of  creeks,  required  a  large  num- 
ber of  Indians  to  precede  him,  and  retained  others  as  hostages, 
lest  tlie  affairs  should  be  pitfalls.  The  village  wore  a  holi- 
day h)ok.  Fifty  great  platters  of  fine  bread  stood  in  front  of 
Powhatan's  lodge.  The  emperor  received  Smith  with  great 
state  and  display,  caused  him  to  sit  on  the  right  hand  of  his 
throne,  and  renewed  the  old  acquaintance  with  friendly  conver- 
sation, in  Avhich  Smith\s  joke  about  the  "  gunnes  and  grynde- 
stone "  drew  much  loud  laughter.  Smith  presented  Powhatan 
with  a  suit  of  red  cloth,  a  white  greyhound,  and  a  hat.  He 
was  lodged  with  Powhatan,  and  served  by  a  young  Indian 
woman,  who  was  appointed  to  attend  him,  with  an  abundance 
of  rich  and  various  food.  In  the  evening  there  was  a  feast, 
with  songs,  dances,  and  speeches.  Next  morning  Newport  came 
ashore,  and  was  royally  entertained  for  four  days.  Powhatan 
spared  no  effort  to  elaborate  his  hospitality,  proclaiming  death 
to  any  subject  who  offered  any  discourtesy  to  his  guests.  New- 
port gave  him  a  white  boy,  Thomas  Savage,  as  a  present. 

When  they  came  to  trade,  Powhatan  was  much  too  crafty 
for  Newport.  He  affected  great  dignity,  said  the  great  Pow- 
hatan could  not  enter  into  a  dicker.  "Let  Captain  Newport 
lay  down  all  his  commodities.    Such  as  Powhatan  wants  he  will 


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47 


take  and  then  make  such  recompense  as  is  right."  Such  was 
his  speech.  Newport  fell  into  the  trap.  He  received  four 
bushels  of  corn  when  he  should  have  had  two  hundred.  Smith 
seeing  this  failure,  apparently  by  accident  glanced  some  blue 
beads,  so  that  their  glint  caught  the  eye  of  the  Indian,  who  at 
once  became  eager  to  see  them.  Smith  denied  having  them, 
then  protested  he  could  not  sell  them,  that  they  w^ere  made  of 
the  same  stuff  as  the  sky,  and  were  only  to  be  worn  by  the 
greatest  kings  on  earth.  All  this  inflamed  the  savage's  anxi- 
ety to  the  highest  pitch,  and  he  offered  twenty,  fifty,  a  hundred, 
two  hundred,  three  hundred  bushels  of  corn.  Smith  yielded 
to  this  last  offer  wdth  great  show  of  reluctance,  took  his  corn, 
"and  yet,"  he  says,  '^parted  good  friends." 

The  presence  of  Newport's  ship  at  the  colony  was  a  constant 
demoralization.  Such  of  the  shoremen  as  had  any  thing  of 
value  whatever  traded  it  to  the  sailors  for  liquor  or  ship  stores, 
which  were  wasted  in  excesses.  Smith  wanted  Newpoi-t  to 
leave,  but  he  caught  the  "gold  fever,"  and  remained  fourteen 
weeks,  diligently  loading  his  vessel  with  river  sand,  in  which 
were  shining  particles  of  mica,  which  he  insisted  were  gold. 
The  idle  colonists  gave  up  regular  work,  in  spite  of  Smith's 
expostulations,  and  dreamed  of  fabulous  wealth.  The  ship 
remained  so  long  that  its  stores  were  exhausted,  and  instead 
of  the  colony  receiving  supplies  from  Newport,  actually  had  to 
divide  its  meager  store  to  revictual  the  ship  for  the  return. 
Newport  sailed  proudly  away  with  his  cargo  of  dirt,  but  not 
without  doing  a  mischief  to  the  colony.  Powhatan,  with  a 
motive  clear  as  day  to  Smith,  sent  Newport  twenty  turkeys, 
asking  for  twenty  swords  in  return,  which  the  goose  at  once 
sent  him.  Soon  afterward  he  sent  a  like  present  and  message 
to  Smith,  but  obtained  no  swords  for  his  trouble,  which  angered 
him.  Though  professing  friendship,  the  Indians  began  to  give 
trouble  with  their  thieving.  Several  men  from  the  fort  were 
waylaid  in  the  forest  and  stripped  of  their  weapons.  Thus 
matters  went  on  till  Smith  took  several  of  the  Indians  prisoners^ 


48  .  INDIAN  TRAGEPmS  AND  ROMANCES. 

and  by  dint  of  threats  and  promises  learned  from  them  that  the 
crafty  Powhatan,  seeing  the  superiority  of  English  weapons,  and 
designing  to  massacre  the  colony,  had  undertaken  to  trade  for 
weapons  with  Newport  and  Smith,  and,  failing  with  the  latter, 
to  take  them  from  the  colonists  whenever  caught  out  alone. 
Another  sign  of  hostility  was  the  return  of  the  boy  Savage, 
with  bag  and  baggage,  to  the  fort.  Learning  that  sonie  of  his 
people  were  prisoners,  the  emperor  of  Virginia  sent  the  lovely 
Pocahontas,  "  Avho  not  only  for  feature,  countenance,  and  pro- 
portion, much  exceedeth  any  of  the  rest  of  his  people,  but  for 
wit  and  spirit  the  only  nonpareil  of  his  country,"  to  Smith  to 
deny  hostile  intentions  and  ask  for  the  release  of  his  men. 
Any  favor  asked  by  Pocahontas  was  certain  to  be  granted,  and 
after  prayers,  and  a  hearty  meal,  the  warriors  were  given  back 
their  bows  and  arrows,  and  restored  to  liberty. 

Smith,  who  was  never  idle,  one  day  went  on  an  exploring 
trip  around  the  Chesapeake  Bay,  on  which  he  met  with  many 
adventures.  Once  he  caught  a  fish  on  his  sword,  which  in 
being  taken  off  thrust  its  "  poysonne  sting  of  two  or  three  inches 
long,  bearded  like  a  saw,"  into  his  wrist.  The  arm  quickly 
swelled  to  an  enormous  size,  and  the  torment  was  so  great  that 
he  gave  up  hope,  and  his  friends  prepared  a  grave  under  his 
directions.  Luckily  "it  pleased  God,  by  a  precious  oyle  Dr. 
Russell  applied  to  it,  that  his  tormenting  paine  was  so  assuaged 
that  he  ate  of  that  fish  to  his  supper."  Once  he  met  the 
Susquehannock  Lidians,  distinguished  by  their  friendly  disposi- 
tion and  enormous  stature.  Their  tobacco  pipes  were  three 
feet  long,  their  voices  "  sounded  from  them  as  they  were  a 
great  noyse  in  a  vault  or  cave,  as  an  ecco."  The  calf  of  the 
chief's  leg  "was  three-quarters  of  a  yard  about,"  and  his  body 
of  similar  proportions. 

On  September  10,  1608,  Smith  was  made  president  of  the 
colony.  He  at  once  stopped  the  erection  of  a  pleasure  house, 
which  Ratcliffe,  who  had  succeeded  Wingfield  in  the  presidency, 
was  having  built  for  his  own  use,  and  set  the  men  about  useful 


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49 


labor.  Things  had  barely  begun  to  run  smoothly  when  the 
marplot  Newport  returned  with  several  wild  schemes.  He 
brought  with  him  orders  for  a  coronation  of  Powhatan  as 
emperor,  together  Avith  elaborate  presents  for  the  old  Indian. 

A  more  foolish  thing  was  never  perpetrated.  The  elTect 
of  the  coronation  was  to  increase  Powhatan's  notion  of  his  own 
importance,  and  make  it  impossible  to  maintain  friendly  relations 
with  him.  Smith's  hard  sense  j^i^otested  against  the  folly,  but 
finally  he  insisted  on  at  least  trying  to  get  Powhatan  to  come 
to  Jamestown  for  the  ceremony.  With  this  object  he  went  to 
Powhatan's  residence,  but  finding  him  away  from  home,  was 
compelled  to  wait  a  day  for  his  return.  In  the  meantime  Poca- 
hontas had  some  more  of  her  fun.  Smith  and  his  men  were 
sitting  around  a  fire  in  the  open  air,  when  they  were  alarmed 
by  the  most  frightful  uproar  in  the  surrounding  woods.  They 
seized  their  arms  and  thought  they  were  betrayed.  In  a 
moment  Pocahontas  came  running  up  to  Smith,  and  told  him  he 
might  kill  her  if  any  hurt  was  intended,  and  explained  that  it 
was  only  sport.  At  the  head  of  her  thirty  young  women, 
attired  as  we  have  intimated  was  their  fashion,  she  led  them  in 
a  wonderful  "anticke,"  dancing,  singing,  crying,  leaping,  casting 
themselves  in  circles  around  the  visitors,  and  "  falling  into  their 
infernal  passions."  An  hour  was  spent  in  this  ^*.mascarade." 
Then  "  they  solemnly  invited  Smith  to  their  lodgings,  where  he 
was  no  sooner  in  the  house,  but  all  these  nymphs  more  tor- 
mented him  than  ever,  with  crowding,  pressing,  hanging  about 
him,  most  tediously  crying,  "  Love  you  not  me  ?  Love  you  not 
me?"  After  this  he  was  seated  at  the  most  elaborate  banquet 
of  savage  dainties  which  the  ingenuity  of  Pocahontas  and  her 
nymphs  could  devise.  The  feast  at  last  broke  up,  and  his 
dusky  tormentors  escorted  him  to  his  lodging  with  a  fire-brand 
procession. 

In  the  morning,  Smith,  his  head  no  doubt  a  little  thick  from 
the  frolic,  stated  his  wish  to  Powhatan,  agreeing  to  assist  him 
in  a  war  against  his  enemies,  the  Monacans,  if  he  would  come 


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INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  nOMANCES. 


to  Jamestown.  But  this  proud  representative  in  the  American 
forest  of  the  divine  rights  of  kings,  haughtily  replied :  "  If  your 
king  has  sent  me  a  present,  I  also  am  a  king,  and  this  is  my 
land;  eight  days  I  will  stay  to  receive  them.  Your  father  is 
to  come  to  me,  not  I  to  him,  nor  yet  to  your  fort;  neither  will 
I  bite  at  such  a  bait;  as  for  the  Moiiacans,  I  can  revenge  my 
own  injuries." 

"This  was  the  lofty  potentate,"  says  a  charming  writer, 
"whom  Smith  could  have  tickled  out  of  his  senses  with  a  glass 
bead,  and  who  would  infinitely  have  preferred  a  big  shining 
copper  kettle  to  the  misplaced  honor  intended  to  be  thrust  upon 
him,  but  the  offer  of  which  puffed  him  up  beyond  the  reach  of 
negotiation." 

Smith  retui'iied  with  liis  message.  If  the  mountain  would 
not  come  to  Mahomet,  then  Mahomet  must  go  to  the  mountain. 
Smith  describes  with  rare  humor  the  ridiculous  ceremony  of 
the  coronation,  the  hist  act  of  Avhich  shows  that  Powhatan  him- 
self must  have  seen  the  size  of  the  joke.  "  The  presents  were 
brought  him,  his  bason  and  ewer,  bed  and  furniture  set  up,  his 
scarlet  cloke  and  apparel  with  much  adoe  put  on  him,  being 
assured  they  would  not  hurt  him.  But  a  foule  trouble  there 
was  to  make  him  kneel  to  receive  his  crown;  he  not  knowing 
the  majesty,  nor  wearing  of  a  crown,  nor  bending  of  the  knee, 
endured  so  many  persuasions,  examples,  and  instructions  as 
tyred  them  all.  At  last,  by  bearing  hard  on  his  shoulders,  he, 
a  little  stooped,  and  three  having  the  crown  in  their  hands,  put 
it  on  his  head,  when  by  the  warning  of  a  pistoll  the  boats  were 
prepared  with  such  a  volley  of  shot,  that  the  king  started  up  in 
a  horrible  feare,  till  he  saw  all  was  well.  Then  remembering 
himself  to  congratulate  their  kindness,  he  gave  his  old  shoes  and 
his  mantell  to  Capt.  Newport  I "  The  mountain  labored,  and 
brought  forth  a  mouse. 

This  magnificent  failure  to  get  two  ship  loads  of  corn  which 
Newport  had  promised,  redu(?ed  the  colonists  almost  to  starva- 
^   tion.    Smith,  finding  no  corn  was  to  be  procured  peaceably 


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51 


from  the  Indians,  began  a  more  radical  policy.  Taking  a  strong 
force  with  him,  he  again  sailed  np  the  Chickahominy,  and 
declaring  his  pnrpose  to  be  to  avenge  his  captivity  and  the 
murder  of  his  men,  he  made  war.  It  w^as  not  long  before  the 
Indians  sued  for  peace,  and  paid  one  hundred  bushels  of  corn, 
a  serious  inroad  on  a  small  harvest,  for  their  crops  had  failed. 

Things  went  on  poorly  enough  at  the  fort.  Out  of  three  hun- 
dred axes,  hoes  and  pick-axes,  only  twenty  could  be  found,  the 
thievish  colonists  having  secretly  traded  them  off  to  the  Indians. 
The  hundred  bushels  of  corn  were  soon  gone.  In  their 
extremity  Powhatan  sent  word  to  Smith  to  visit  him,  send  him 
men  to  build  him  a  house,  give  him  a  grindstone,  fifty  swords, 
some  big  guns,  a  cock  and  hen,  much  copper  and  beads,  and  he 
would  in  return  load  Smith's  ship  with  corn.  Unw^illing  to  miss 
an  opportunity,  however  slight,  to  procure  supplies.  Smith 
resolved  to  humor  Powhatan  by  sending  some  workmen,  among 
whom  were  two  knavish  Dutchmen,  to  build  the  house,  and  to 
follow  with  a  force  strong  enough  to  take  old  Powhatan's  corn 
by  force  if  it  could  not  be  had  peaceably. 

It  was  midAvinter.  A  severe  storm  detained  Smith  and  his 
men  on  the  way,  and  compelled  them  to  celebrate  their  Christ- 
mas among  some  friendly  Indians.  While  the  winter  storm 
raged  without,  the  men  were  warmly  lodged  among  the  savages, 
and  feasted  around  the  roaring  fires  on  splendid  bread,  fish, 
oysters,  game,  and  wild  fowl. 

Proceeding  on  their  journey,  their  landing  at  Powhatan's 
residence  had  to  be  made  by  wading  breast  deep  through  the 
half  frozen  shallows  and  mire  for  a  half  mile.  Powhatan  sent 
down  provisions  for  them,  but  pretended  not  to  have  sent  for 
them  at  all.  Smith  reproached  him  with  deceit  and  hostility. 
Powhatan  replied  by  wordy  evasions,  and  seemed  coolly  indif- 
ferent about  his  new  house.  He  demanded  guns  and  swords  in 
exchange  for  corn,  which  Smith  refused.  The  old  emperor  then 
said  he  doubted  the  intentions  of  the  English,  for  he  had  heard 
that  they  came  not  so  much  for  trade  as  to  invade  and  possess 


52        '  INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 

his  country.  For  what  good  purpose  did  Smith  and  his  men 
carry  arms,  if  they  really  came  on  an  errand  of  peace?  Let 
them  leave  their  weapons  in  their  vessel,  in  order  that  his 
people  might  not  be  afraid  to  bring  in  their  corn,  and  as  a  proof 
that  their  intentions  were  peaceful.  "Let  us  all  be  friends 
together  and  forever  Powhatans."  The  secret  of  Powhatan's 
conduct  lay  in  the  fact,  not  entirely  discovered  by  Smith  for 
some  months,  that  the  two  Dutchmen,  yielding  to  the  seductive 
influence  of  Powhatan's  abundant  table  and  comfortable  quar- 
ters, had  betrayed  the  destitute  condition  of  the  colonists  to  him. 

At  an  interval  in  the  dispute  Smith  managed  to  trade  an  old 
copper  kettle  to  the  emperor  for  eighty  bushels  of  corn.  Then 
the  debate  was  renewed  with  the  same  vigor.  Powhatan,  liar 
that  he  was,  said  that  he  had  lived  to  see  the  death  of  three 
generations  of  his  people,  and  his  experience  taught  him  that 
peace  was  better  than  war.  Why  then  would  the  English  try 
to  take  by  force  what  they  could  quickly  have  by  love?  Why 
would  they  destroy  Powhatan  and  his  people  who  provided  them 
food?  What  could  be  gained  by  war?  Powhatan  in  his  old 
age  could  take  his  people,  hide  their  corn,  burn  their  lodges,  fly 
to  the  forest,  and  live  there  in  the  cold,  subsisting  on  acorns  and 
roots.  But  this  would  not  only  make  him  and  his  people  bit- 
terly unhappy;  the  English  themselves  must  starve  if  they 
destroyed  the  people  who  furnished  them  food.  Powhatan  and 
Captain  Smith  would  alike  end  their  lives  in  misery.  He  con- 
cluded with  an  earnest  appeal  to  Smith  to  have  his  men  lay 
aside  their  guns  and  swords. 

But  Smith  was  proof  against  this  eloquence.  Believing  that 
Powhatan's  purpose  was  to  disarm  the  English  and  then  mas- 
sacre them,  he  ordered  his  men  to  break  the  ice  and  bring  the 
vessel  nearer  shore.  Then  more  men  were  to  land  and  an 
attack  was  to  be  made.  The  intellect  of  the  Indian  and  the 
white  man  were  well  patched  in  their  insight  into  character 
and  in  craftiness.  No  diplomacy  inferior  to  that  of  the  Indian 
emperor  could  have  so  long  retained  the  upper  hand  of  Smith. 


THE  LEGEND  OF  POWHATAN. 


No  leader  of  less  courage  and  resources  than  John  Smith  could 
so  long  have  maintained  a  starving  colony  in  the  hostile  domin- 
ions of  the  great  Powhatan.  In  order  to  consummate  the  move- 
ment by  which  his  entire  force  should  become  available  for 
action,  Smith  kept  Powhatan  engaged  in  a  lengthy  conversation. 
But  the  Indian  outw^itted  him.  Suspecting  his  motive,  Pow- 
hatan, skillfully  excused  himself  for  a  moment,  leaving  three  of 
his  most  entertaining  wives  to  occupy  Smith's  attention,  and 
passing  through  the  rear  of  his  bark  dwelling,  escaped  to  the 
forest,  while  the  house  was  silently  surrounded  by  his  warriors. 

When  Smith  discovered  his  danger,  he  rushed  boldly  out, 
fired  at  the  nearest  Indian,  and  made  his  way  unhurt  to  the 
shore.  The  English,  then,  with  leveled  muskets,  forced  the 
Indians  to  load  the  boat  with  corn.  Night  came  on ;  the  work 
was  done,  but  the  vessel  could  not  sail  till  hieh  tide.  Smith 
and  his  men  had  to  pass  the  night  ashore.  Powhatan  designed 
to  surprise  them  by  an  attack  w^hile  at  their  supper.  Once 
more  the  gentle  Pocahontas  saved  Smith.  Slipping  into  the 
camp,  she  took  Smith  aside,  hurriedly  told  him  that  her  father 
would  shortly  send  down  an  abundant  supper  for  the  English, 
but,  that  while  the  latter  were  engaged  in  the  meal,  an  attack 
would  be  made  by  her  father  with  all  his  warriors.  Smith 
offered  her  handsome  presents  and  rewards,  but  with  tears  run- 
ning down  her  cheeks,  she  refused  them  all,  saying,  that  if  she 
were  seen  to  have  them,  it  would  cost  her  her  life.  Once  more 
urging  Smith  to  depart,  the  affectionate  girl  turned  from  him 
and  fled  into  the  forest,  the  gloom  of  which  was  deepened  by 
the  thickening  shadows  of  a  winter  twilight.  Presently  ten 
huge  savages  came,  bearing  a  hot  supper  for  the  English,  and 
urged  them  to  eat.  But  Smith  compelled  the  cooks  first  to 
taste  their  own  broth  as  an  assurance  that  it  was  not  poisoned. 

The  night  was  one  of  anxiety.  Large  numbers  of  savages 
could  be  seen  lurking  around.  No  one  was  permitted  to  sleep, 
but  all  were  required  to  be  prepared  for  a  fight  at  any  moment. 
Their  vigilance  saved  them,  and  in  the  morning  the  homeward 


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trip  was  commenced.  It  was  a  dark  prospect  for  the  colonists. 
They  had  escaped  this  time,  but  could  they  always  do  as  well? 
Where  were  their  supplies  to  come  from,  if  not  from  the  Indians  ? 
Meanwhile,  the  Dutch  traitors  made  a  trip  overland  to  the  fort, 
represented  that  Smith  had  sent  them,  and  procured  guns, 
ammunition,  fifty  swords,  tools,  and  clothing.  They  also  induced 
six  "  expert  thieves  "  to  desert  with  them  to  Powhatan. 

On  the  way  back  Smith  had  a  thrilling  adventure  with  Ope- 
chancanough,  the  savage  to  whom  Smith  had  delivered  his  lec- 
ture on  astronomy.  In  the  hope  of  securing  corn.  Smith  took 
fifteen  men  and  w^ent  up  to  the  chief's  house,  where  he  found 
himself  betrayed  and  surrounded  by  seven  hundred  armed  salv- 
ages. Smith  spoke  to  his  men,  told  them  to  follow  his  example 
and  die  fighting.  He  then  openly  accused  Opechancanough  of 
an  intent  to  murder  him,  and  challenged  him  to  single  combat, 
the  Indian  to  choose  the  weapons,  and  the  victor  to  cut  ofi*  the 
other's  head  and  be  lord  over  the  countrymen  of  the  vanquished. 
This  the  Indian  refused,  denied  his  hostile  intention,  and  laid  a 
handsome  present  just  outside  the  door.  Had  Smith  gone  out- 
side, he  would  have  fallen,  pierced  by  a  hundred  arrows.  Seiz- 
ing an  opportunity,  he  rushed  up  to  the  king,  grabbed  him  by 
the  hair,  placed  a  loaded  pistol  at  his  head,  and  marched  him 
around,  half  dead  with  fright,  before  all  his  warriors.  Looking 
on  Smith  as  a  god,  the  people  threw  down  their  arms.  It  was 
not  long  till  they  were  trading  in  good  style.  Here  Smith  was 
overtaken  by  a  messenger  from  the  fort,  who  had  gone  to  Pow- 
hatan's residence,  seen  great  preparations  for  war,  and  only 
escaped  alive  through  being  concealed  by  Pocahontas  in  her 
lodge,  and,  having  been  furnished  by  her  with  provisions  for 
his  journey,  safely  conducted  away  at  night. 

New  disasters  at  the  fort  required  Smith's  presence.  Beset 
by  hostile  savages  along  the  river,  he  at  last  reached  home,  with 
five  hundred  bushels  of  corn  as  the  result  of  this  exhausting 
campaign  in  the  dead  of  winter.  New  hardships  beset  the  col- 
ony, but  were  met  with  reiiewed  energy  on  the  part  of  Smith, 


FRENCH  AND  INDIAN  HUNTERS  OF  THF:  BEUE  JUNIATA. 


AN  INDIAN  SCOUT  RECONNOITERING. 


HAT  I  LK  UF  CAPTAIN  SMITH  AND  THE  INplAN  CHIEF. 

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THE  LEGEND  OF  POWHATAN. 


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The  renegade  Dutclimeii  managed  through  confederates  in  the 
gang  of  ruffians  within  the  fort  to  continue  the  thefts  of  arms 
and  ammunition.  '-  ,  ^ 

One  day,  Smith,  while  walking  in  the  forest,  encountered 
the  gigantic  king  of  Paspahey,  and  a  terrible  combat  ensued. 
The  savage,  of  great  strength  and  stature,  slowly  forced  Smith 
into  the  water,  intending  to  drown  him.  But  the  Indian  stum- 
bled over  a  stone.  To  regain  his  balance  ho  threw  up  his 
hands.  At  the  same  instant  Smith's  iron  hand  grasped  his 
throat;  with  the  other  hand  the  Englishman  whipped  out  his 
sword  to  kill  his  foe.  But  the  Indian  pleaded  for  his  life. 
Smith  was  a  kind-hearted  fellow,  and  besides,  full  of  vanity. 
The  notion  struck  him  th.'it  it  would  be  a  fine  thing  to  take  the 
big  Indian  prisoner  to  the  fort  as  proof  of  his  prowess.  This 
he  at  once  proceeded  to  do.  Our  artist  has  given  us  a  vivid 
picture  of  the  scene  of  the  combat,  just  at  the  moment  when 
Smith,  clutching  his  adversary's  throat,  paused  with  sword  in 
air.  The  Indian  was  taken  safely  to  the  fort  and  put  in  chains. 
He  subsequently  managed  to  escape,  probably  through  the  help 
of  Smith's  enemies. 

Shortly  afterward,  on  a  trip  up  the  Pamunkey  (now  York) 
River,  Smith  was  attacked  by  this  king's  people,  but  when  they 
knew  their  foe,  they  threw  down  their  arms,  and  their  best  ora- 
tor addressed  Smith,  telling  him  that  his  ex-captive  was  there 
and  proceeding  to  justify  the  escape.  "Do  you  blame  the  fish 
for  swimming,  or  the  bird  for  flying  ?  Then  you  should  not 
blame  my  master  for  obeying  the  instinct  of  his  nature  to  escape 
to  the  freedom  of  his  forests.  Why  do  you  pursue  us  and  force 
us  at  too  great  loss  to  avenge  the  injuries  Ave  receive  at  your 
hands  ?  The  red  man  is  a  savage ;  he  know^s  not  the  white  man's 
God.  But  these  are  his  rivers  and  forests.  Here  his  people 
have  hunted  and  fished,  planted  seed  and  gathered  harvests,  for 
many  generations.  Yet  the  white  man  seeks  to  take  what  is  not 
his.  If  you  succeed  in  conquering  us,  we  will  simply  abandon 
the  country  of  our  fathers,  and  remove  to  a  place  where  we  will 


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be  beyond  the  white  man's  reach.  If  that  were  done  the  English 
w^ould  gain  nothing,  but  would  lose  the  corn  and  fruit  we  are 
willing  to  sell  them.  Why  not,  then,  let  us  enjoy  our  houses, 
and  plant  our  fields  in  peace  and  security,  seeing  that  you  as 
well  as  we  will  be  benefited  by  our  toil  ?"  The  result  of  this 
speech  was  a  friendship  which  lasted  for  many  years. 

A  singular  incident  at  this  time  raised  Smith's  reputation  to 
the  highest  pitch  among  the  savages.  Two  of  Powhatan's  peo- 
ple had  stolen  a  pistol.  Smith  arrested  them,  threw  one  in  the 
dungeon,  and  gave  the  other  a  certain  time  to  produce  the  pistol, 
in  default  of  which  the  prisoner  should  die.  Smith,  pitying  the 
fellow  in  the  dungeon,  sent  him  some  food  and  some  charcoal  for 
a  fire.  At  midnight  the  other  returned  with  the  pistol,  but  his 
friend  was  found  badly  burned,  and  smothered  to  death  with 
charcoal  fumes.  The  grief  of  the  poor  fellow  was  so  great  that 
Smith  said,  if  he  would  be  quiet  he  would  restore  his  compan- 
ion to  life.  Little  thinking  a  recovery  would  take  place,  Smith 
applied  stimulants  and  rubbed  the  Indian's  body,  when  suddenly 
he  sat  up!  To  the  great  sorrow  of  his  friend  the  "dead"  Indian 
was  crazy.  Smith,  catching  the  spirit  of  the  thing,  told  the  other 
to  be  cjuiet,  and  he  would  restore  reason  to  his  friend  also.  The 
patient  was  laid  by  the  fire  and  allowed  to  sleep  till  morning. 
He  awoke  in  his  right  senses.  Thenceforth  the  Indians  believed 
Smith  could  restore  the  dead  to  life.  For  three  months,  the 
colonists,  through  the  iron  discipline  of  Smith,  enjoyed  peace 
and  prosperity.  Twenty  cabins  were  built  at  the  fort;  a  block- 
house erected  for  defense,  through  which  lay  the  only  entrance; 
a  good  well  was  dug,  and  a  considerable  quantity  of  tar  and  soap 
ashes  manufactured. 

One  day  the  unlucky  colonists  found  that  their  abundant 
store  of  corn  was  eaten  up  by  the  rats,  which,  from  the  few 
brought  over  in  the  ship,  had  increased  to  thousands.  With- 
out corn  for  bread  work  had  to  be  stopped.  No  provision, 
except  wild  roots  and  herbs,  could  be  procured  at  that  time  of 
year.    Eighty  men  were  sent  down  the  bay  to  live  on  oysters  ; 


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twenty  wnut  up  the  river  to  siib.-i.st  on  li.-h.  The  Indians,  to 
show  their  friendship,  brotiglit  to  the  Ibrt  what  game  they 
could  find.  Sturgeon  were  abundairt.  Those  of  the  colony 
who  were  not  too  lazy,  dried  the  tish.  puunded  it  to  powdnr. 
mixed  it  with  herbs,  and  made  a  very  tolerable  bread.  The 
majority,  however,  would  rather  starve  than  work.  They 
impurtuned  and  abtised  Smith  because  he  refused  to  trade 
guns,  swords,  and  ammtinition  for  corn.  He.  at  last,  issued  an 
order,  reciting  that  every  man  able  tu  work  who  failed  to 
gather  tach  day  as  much  proA'i-ion  in  a  day  a>  he  himself  did. 
should  be  taken  across  the  river,  and  left  as  a  drone.  Some  of 
the  vagabonds  preferred  to  desert  to  the  Indians,  where  they 
couLi  partake  of  the  abunilance  withuut  labor.  But  Powhatan 
and  his  tributary  chieftains  imitated  Smith,  and  all  whites  who 
refused  to  w^ork  were  floo-Q-ed  and  sent  back  to  the  fort. 

MM;inwhile  treachery  was  at  work  without  and  within.  The 
^Tllians  at  the  fort  plotted  with  Powhatan  tu  betray  it.  The 
Indians  were  being  taught  that  King  James  would  kill  Smith 
for  his  ill-treatment  of  them.  Besides  these  obstacles,  the  Vir- 
ginia Cumpau}'  was  greatly  dissatisfied.  A  cunsiderable  invest- 
ment nf  money  in  the  colony  had  brotight  no  return.  The 
Xorth  Sea  was  undiscovered.  This  was  without  exctise.  argued 
the  Lundon  magistrates,  when  unly  a  little  longer  trip,  twenty, 
thirty,  or  furty  miles  w^ould.  'louljtless.  have  brotight  the  colo- 
nists to  the  other  ocean.  AVhat  want  of  cuurage  and  common 
sense  w^a.-  shnwn  by  nut  pu>hing  the  matter  !  Besides,  there 
were  yet  nu  eargue^  uf  guld  pig>  ur  even  copper  pigs  sent  home. 
There  mu-t  be  golu  there.  Every  one  said  there  was.  Prob- 
ably Smith  was  amassing  a  fortune,  and  his  celony  rolling  in  a 
life  of  wealth  and  luxury,  while  he  left  the  Honurable  Boai^i 
of  Directors  to  hold  the  bag.  Xo  doubt  there  were  mountain 
ranges  of  solid  gold  in  Virginia,  but  the  directors  were  not  fault- 
finding. A  certain  report  uf  one  single  mountain,  or  even  hill, 
of  gold  would  be  satisfactory.  Ea'cu  a  very  little  hill,  say  two 
hundred  feet  high  and  two  thousand  feet  in  circumference,  if  it 


60  INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 

were  not  full  of  caves,  would  be  quite  comforting.  Such  a 
modest  demand,  they  argued,  ought  to  be  complied  with. 

Thus,  at  war  with  the  Indians,  betrayed  by  his  own  men, 
and  misrepresented  and  abused  by  the  English  capitalists. 
Smith,  no  doubt,  felt  that,  after  all  his  hardships,  his  fall  was 
at  hand.  Lord  De  La  Ware  and  others  obtained  a  new  charter 
and  commission  from  the  English  king.  Preparations,  more 
elaborate  than  for  any  previous  expedition,  were  made.  Sev- 
eral ships  in  the  fleet  were  wrecked  in  a  storm.  Those  which 
reached  Jamestown  brought  many  enemies  of  Smith,  and  a 
great  crowd  of  the  London  riff-raff.  Smith,  not  yet  formally 
superseded,  continued  to  exert  his  authority. 

To  relieve  the  Jamestown  settlement  somewhat  of  its  unruly 
elements,  Smith  planned  two  new  settlements,  one  under  Cap- 
tain West  and  one  under  Martin.  Each,  with  its  proportion 
of  provisions,  set  out  in  high  glee.  Martin  and  his  men  went 
to  Nausemon.  The  poor  savages  received  him  kindly,  but  the 
novice  mistook  their  noisy  mirth,  as  they  celebrated  his  arrival, 
for  hostility,  and  falling  on  the  wretched  Indians,  captured  their 
poor,  naked  king  and  his  houses.  The  work  of  fortification  was 
begun,  and  the  savages,  divining  Martin's  fear,  attacked  him, 
released  their  king,  killed  several  men  and  captured  a  thousand 
bushels  of  corn  which  Martin  had  traded  for. 

The  other  expedition  pitched  its  settlement  in  low,  swampy 
ground,  liable  to  inundation,  and  well  suited  to  breed  fevers 
among  the  men.  To  remedy  this  mistake  Smith,  still  the 
president,  sent  to  Powhatan  proposing  to  buy  the  town  called 
Powhatan,  for  the  new  settlement.  A  treaty  was  at  last  made 
between  them,  by  the  terms  of  which  Powhatan  agreed  to 
resign  the  town,  its  forts  and  houses,  with  the  entire  region 
thereabouts  to  the  English.  The  latter,  in  return,  were  to 
defend  him  and  his  dominions  from  the  Monacans,  and  to  pay 
annually  a  certain  proportion  of  copper.  All  thieves  were  to 
be  promptly  returned  to  their  own  people  for  punishment.  Each 
house  of  Powhatan's  was  to  annually  furnish  one  bushel  of  corn 


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in  exchange  for  a  cubic  inch  of  copper.  When  this  treaty  of 
trade  and  friendship  was  completed,  the  swaggerers  and  roust- 
abouts of  the  settlement  denied  Smith's  authority,  and  refused 
to  stir  an  inch  from  their  swamp.  In  attempting  to  quell  the 
mutiny  Smith  barely  escaped  with  his  life.  Well  knowing  the 
importance  of  keeping  faith  with  Powhatan^  he  exerted  all  his 
skill  to  induce  the  men  to  take  advantage  of  the  treaty.  But 
the  settlement  had  the  notion  that  the  Monacan  country  was 
full  of  gold,  that  they  could  prevent  any  one  else  than  them- 
selves from  visiting  it,  and  that  Smith's  desire  to  remove  them 
was  prompted  by  his  wish  to  secure  access  to  the  gold  fields  for 
himself. 

Meanwhile.  Powhatan's  people  began  to  complain  bitterly 
to  Smith.  The  old  emperor  sent  messengers,  saying  that  those 
whom  he  had  brought  for  their  protectors  were  worse  enemies 
than  the  Monacans  themselves ;  that  these  ^'  protectors  stole 
their  corn,  robbed  their  gardens,  broke  open  their  houses,  beat 
them,  and  put  many  in  prison ;  that,  heretofore,  out  of  love  for 
him.  they  had  borne  these  wrongs,  but  after  this  they  must 
defend  themselves.''  The  shrewd  old  diplomate  also  offered,  to 
fight  with  Smith  against  the  settlement  and  quell  the  mutiny, 
which  he  was  keen  enough  to  perceive  and  understand. 

Failino^  in  his  well-meant  efforts.  Smith  sailed  away.  Acci- 
dents  are  sometimes  fortunate.  His  ship  ran  aground.  Mes- 
sena^ers  came  runuino\  bea^oiuo;  him  to  return.  In  the  brief 
interval  since  his  departure.  Powhatan's  enraged  people  had 
made  an  attack,  killing  many  of  the  settlement.  Smith 
returned,  restored  order,  removed  the  colony  to  the  town  Pow- 
hatan, where  they  found  a  fort  capable  of  defense  against  all 
the  savages  in  Virginia,  good  warm  and  dry  houses  to  live  in. 
and  two  hundred  acres  of  land  ready  for  planting  corn.  This 
comfortable  and  secure  place  was  called  Non-such.  Hardly 
were  they  well  settled,  when  the  old  infatuation  seized  them. 
Mutiny  broke  out.  Smith,  seeing  the  mutineers  bent  on  their 
own  destruction,  gave  up  in  despair  and  left  them  forever. 


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They  at  once  abandoned  the  eligible  lodges  and  fort  at  Non- 
such to  return  to  the  open  air,  and  poisoned  at  that,  of  the 
old  swamp. 

Misfortunes  come  not  singly  but  in  whole  battalions.  As 
Smith  was  returning  to  Jamestown,  disgusted  at  the  folly  he 
had  witnessed,  a  bag  of  powder  in  the  boat  was  accidentally  fired, 
tearing  the  flesh  from  his  body  and  thighs  and  inflicting  terrible 
burns.  In  his  agony  he  leaped  into  the  river,  and  was  barely 
saA^ed  from  drowning.  Lacking  both  doctor  and  nurse,  flat  on 
his  back  at  the  fort,  suffering  untold  torments  from  the  wounds, 
poor  Smith  succumbed  at  last.  His  enemies  deposed  him ;  a 
plot  to  murder  him  in  his  bed  was  almost  consummated,  an  elab- 
orate indictment  for  his  misdeeds  was  drawn  up,  and  on  Septem- 
ber 29,  1609,  he  sailed  away  from  the  inhospitable  shores  of 
Virginia  to  return  no  more — 

"Ingratitude,  more  strong  than  traitor's  arms, 
O'ercarae  him  quite." 

Powhatan  at  once  commenced  active  hostilities. 

Henry  Spelman  was  an  English  boy  whom  Smith  had  given 
to  Powhatan  in  the  trade  for  the  town  of  the  same  name.  He 
had  afterwards  left  Powhatan  and  returned  to  the  fort.  Pow- 
hatan sent  Thomas  Savage,  the  other  boy  whom  Newport  had 
given  him,  to  Jamestown  on  an  errand.  Savage  complained 
of  loneliness,  and  easily  persuaded  Spelman  to  return  with  him. 
Powhatan  now  made  use  of  him  by  sending  word  to  the  fort 
that  he  would  sell  them  corn  if  they  would  come  up  for  it.  It 
may  be  easily  believed  that  supplies  were  running  low,  now  that 
Smith  was  no  longer  there  to  plan  and  execute  methods  for 
their  procurement.  An  expedition  of  thirty-eight  men  set  out 
at  once.  No  suspicion  of  treachery  was  felt.  As  the  boat 
landed,  the  Indians,  who  lay  in  ambush,  sprang  forth  in  over- 
powering numbers  and  killed  every  man  in  the  party  except 
Spelman,  who  was  returning  with  them.  He  fled  through  the 
woods,  made  known  his  distress  to  Pocahontas,  whose  tender 


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heart  seems  to  have  been  ever  responsive  to  misfortune. 
Through  her  help  he  was  hidden  for  a  while,  furnished  with 
provisions  by  her  own  hand,  and  then,  assisted  to  secret  flight. 

Powhatan  henceforth  haughtily  refused  all  trade.  The 
forests  were  filled  with  lurking  savages.  Many  a  man  went 
out  from  the  fort  to  hunt  game  who  never  returned.  Sucli 
food  as  they  had  uu  hand  was  consumed  and  wasted  by  the 
officers.  The  colonists  bartered  away  their  very  swords  and 
guns,  with  which  alone  corn  could  be  prociu^d.  Of  the  five  hun- 
dred colonists  at  the  time  of  Smitlls  departure  there  remaincfl. 
at  the  end  of  six  months,  only  sixty,  and  these  subsisted  cliietly 
on  '-roots,  herbs,  acorns,  walnuts,  and  berries,  and  now  and 
then  a  little  fish."  It  is  almost  impossible  to  believe  the 
stories  of  this  starving  time."  The  corpses  of  two  savages 
who  had  been  killed,  were  seized  by  the  poorer  colonists,  boiled 
with  roots  and  herbs,  and  greedily  devoured.  One  among  the 
rest  did  kill  his  ivife^  i)owdered  her,  and  had  eaten  part  of  her 
before  it  was  knoumr  This  man  was  burned  alive  for  his  crime. 
Strange  as  this  story  is,  it  was  reaffirmed  in  most  partictilars  in 
the  published  report  of  an  official  investigation  into  the  affairs 
of  the  colony  l)y  the  London  directors  in  the  year  1610.  These 
extremities  were  the  result  of  sloth,  vice,  and  crime  as  much 
as  of  the  natural  hardships  of  the  situation.  The  colony  was 
composed  of  the  very  offscourings  of  London.  All  planting 
and  gathering  of  crops  Avas  abandoned,  the  houses  decayed,  the 
church  became  a  tumbling  ruin.  They  ate  their  fish  ra^w  rather 
than  build  a  fire  and  cook  it.  When  Somers  and  Gates,  after 
terrible  adventures,  arrived  with  Te-enforcements.  they  said  the 
colony  would  have  been  extinct  in  ten  days  had  not  succor 
arrived. 

With  wavering  fortunes  the  colony  continued  to  exist.  We 
have  little  account  of  PoAvhatan,  owung  to  the  fict  that  his 
remorseless  hostility  cut  olf  all  intercourse  with  him.  In  1613 
the  princess,  Pocahontas,  had  developed  into  the  maturer  beauty 
of  eighteen  years.    Captain  Argall,  Smith's  ancient  enemy,  was 


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making  a  voyage  in  search  of  supplies,  when  he  learned  that 
Pocahontas,  instead  of  being  with  her  father,  the  emperor,  was 
living  with  the  King  Potowomek's  people.  It  is  not  certainly 
known  why  she  was  away  from  home.  There  are  reasons  for 
thinking  that  she  went  to  Potowomek,  partly  because  her  father 
suspected  her  of  friendship  to  the  English,  and  desired  to  remove 
her  from  their  vicinity,  and  partly,  because  she  herself  was  glad 
to  escape  from  the  scenes  of  torture  and  butchery  which  took 
place  on  the  occasion  of  every  capture  of  an  Englishman. 

Another  account  is,  that  she  was  making  a  friendly  visit  on 
the  occasion  of  an  Indian  f\iir.  Argall  resolved  to  capture  her 
if  possible,  and  force"  Powhatan  to  ransom  her  by  the  release  of 
his  prisoners,  the  restoration  of  stolen  property,  and  abundant 
gifts  of  corn.  He  resorted  to  a  mean  stratagem.  Among  the  tribe 
whose  guest  she  was,  Argall  found  a  low  savage,  named  Jaba- 
zaw^s,  to  whom  he  offered  the  bribe  of  a  copper  kettle,  to  decoy 
her  on  board  his  ship.  The  scoundrel  had  a  keen  insight  into 
his  victim's  character.  Having  no  chance  to  play  upon  her  curi- 
osity, because  Pocahontas  had  seen  many  larger  vessels,  he 
instructed  his  wife  to  pretend  her  great  desire  to  see  one. 

Carefully  planning  for  Pocnhontas  to  overhear  them,  the 
savage  proceeded  to  beat  his  wife  for  her  mock  importunities. 
She  cried  lustily,  and  at  last  he  told  her  that  if  Pocahontas 
would  go  aboard  with  her,  she  might  go.  The  amiable  girl, 
always  glad  to  oblige  others,  fell  into  the  snare.  Once  on 
board  the  ship,  Argall  decoyed  her  into  the  gun  room,  and 
locked  her  up,  in  order  ,  to  conceal  from  her  the  treachery  of 
her  own  people.  Jabazaws  and  his  wife  gleefully  received  their 
reward.  Then  Argall  told  Pocahontas  she  was  his  prisoner, 
and  must  be  the  means  of  making  peace  between  the  English 
and  her  father.  At  this  announcement  the  cheat,  Jabazaws, 
and  his  wife,  cried  louder  than  poor  Pocahontas  herself,  finally, 
with  many  tears  and  embracings,  taking  leave  of  her.  The 
meanness  of  the  man  Argall,  who  could  thus  take  advantage 
of  a  young  girl,  a  harha7ian^  forsooth,  whose  very  life  she  had 


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risked  again  and  again  to  help  the  English,  is  almost  beneath 
the  whip  of  scorn. 

This  gallant  gentleman  took  his  prize  to  Jamestown,  which 
she  looked  upon  for  the  first  time  since  Smith's  departure, 
fuur  years  before.  Messengers  were  dispatched  to  Powhatan, 
announcing  the  capture  of  his  daughter  and  the  requisite  ran- 
som set  on  her  head.  English  captives,  stolen  tools,  captured 
guns,  were  to  be  restored,  with  much  corn.  Powhatan  was 
greatly  disturbed  by  this  news.  Pocahontas  was  still  his  faA'or- 
ite  daughter.  But  it  was  a  great  sacrifice  to  give  up  the  English 
weapons.  Besides  she  had  always  inclined  to  aid  the  English, 
which  was  wrong.  Whatever  were  the  thoughts  of  the  white- 
haired  emperor,  as  this  new  sorrow  burdened  his  heart,  it  was 
three  months  before  he  responded  to  the  message.  This  delay 
was  singular,  and  is  hard  to  account  for.  It  may  have  been 
caused  by  the  struggle  between  private  atTection  for  his  daugh- 
ter and  public  duty  to  his  country  and  people.  At  the  end  of 
three  months,  he  sent  back  seven  of  his  English  captives,  each 
armed  with  an  unserviceable  musket,  and  promised,  on  the 
release  of  his  daughter,  to  give  five  hundred  bushels  of  corn. 
This  was  promptly  declined,  and  a  demand  made  for  the  return 
of  every  captive,  gun,  and  sword.  Powhatan  was  so  angered 
at  this  reply  that  he  was  not  heard  from  for  a  long  time. 

In  the  following  Spring,  an  expedition  of  one  hundred  and 
fifty  men  took  Pocahontas,  and  went  up  to  Powhatan's  seat. 
The  emperor  refused  to  see  their  messengers.  The  English  then 
told  Lis  people  they  had  come  to  receive  a  ransom  for  Pocahon- 
tas and  restore  her  to  liberty.  To  this  the  Indians  replied 
with  showers  of  arrows.  A  fight  ensued.  Forty  houses  were 
burned.  Then  a  palaver  was  had,  and  a  truce  arranged  till  the 
following  day.  Meanwhile  Pocahontas  went  ashore,  and  two 
of  her  brothers  and  some  friends  were  permitted  to  see  her. 
She  welcomed  them,  but  in  a  rather  frigid  way.  She  spoke 
little  to  any  but  her  brothers,  and  told  them  plainly,  that  if 
her  father  loved  her,  he  would  not  value  her  less  than  old 


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swords,  axes,  and  gnus;  that  for  her  part,  she  preferred  to 
remain  with  her  captors,  who  treated  her  more  kindly  than  her 
father,  nnless  he  manifested  his  affection  more  actively.  Her 
brothers  were  fond  of  her,  and  were  glad  to  find  lier  gently 
treated.  They  promised  to  persuade  the  emijeror  to  make  a 
peace.  Two  Englishmen,  John  Rolfe  and  one  Sparkes,  at  once 
started  to  Powhatan's  conrt  to  arrange  a  treaty.  He  haughtily 
refused  to  see  them,  but  his  brother,  Opechancanough,  intimated 
that  a  peace  might  be  effected.  '    ■  ■ 

But  while  these  elaborate  negotiations  were  working  to  patch 
up  a  cumbrous  and  prol)ably  short-lived  treaty,  another  power, 
with  more  skillful  hands,  Avas  knitting  a  surer  alliance.  Poca- 
hontas, whose  gentle  and  refined  nature  from  the  first  seemed 
to  yearn  toward  the  civilization  of  the  English,  had  changed 
greatly  during  her  residence  with  them.  Her  tears  and  entreat- 
ies to  be  set  free,  at  the  time  of  her  capture,  are  in  marked  con- 
trast with  her  indifference,  at  the  interview  with  her  brothers, 
toward  her  own  people,  and  her  willingness  to  remain  with  the 
English.  The  real  reason  for  this  was  known  only  to  a  single 
one  of  her  captors,  Mr.  John  llolfe,  a  steady,  industrious,  and 
enterprising  man,  one  of  the  best  of  the  colony.  He  was  a 
widower,  his  young  wife  having  died.  When  he  came  in  con- 
tact with  Pocahontas,  her  charms  of  person  and  graces  of  char- 
acter filled  him  with  an  admiration  tinged  with  emotion. 

Rolfe  was  a  very  religious  fellow,  and  he  made  his  Chris- 
tian duty  to  the  untutored  maiden  the  excuse  for  frequent  calls, 
long  conversations,  and  earnest  persuasions  to  renounce  her  idol- 
atry, and  adopt  the  true  Christian  religion.  Love  is  a  cunning 
fellow.  He  knows  the  foibles  of  human  nature.  He  delights 
to  masquerade  long  in  the  characters  of  duty,  friendship, 
mutual  improvement,  pleasure,  or  religion,  and  then  suddenly  to 
throw  aside  his  masque  and  startle  his  victims  with  the  sight 
of  his  own  true  self.  Thus  it  was  that  Master  Rolfe  kept 
assuring  himself  that  his  talks  and  persuasions  with  Pocahontas 
were  merely  done  from  a  sense  of  duty ;  and,  as  the  girl  slowly 


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yielded  to  his  influence,  until  at  last,  just  before  her  wedding, 
she  renounced  the  religion  of  her  fathers,  and  formally  profess- 
ing her  adoption  of  Christianity,  was  baptized  and  re-christened 
by  the  name  of  Rebecca,  she  too  persuaded  herself  that  she 
was  animated  wholly  by  the  strength  of  Master  Rolfe's  argu- 
ments and  the  truth  of  his  cause. 

When  the  expedition  set  out,  of  which  the  object  was  to 
restore  Pocahontas  to  her  people,  Rolfe  must  have  undergone 
great  inward  torment.  lie  resolved  to  ask  the  governor.  Sir 
Thomas  Dale,  for  permission  to  marry  Pocahontas.  Instead  of 
speaking  to  Dale,  whom  he  saw  every  day,  Rolfe  drew  up  a 
long  letter,  a  sort  of  theological  treatise,  to  him,  and  when  he 
set  out  to  interview  Powhatan  on  the  subject  of  the  peace,  left 
this  curious  document  with  a  faithful  friend,  who  was  to  deliver 
it  to  the  governor  in  the  author's  absence.  The  letter  is  a 
glorious  illustration  of  the  perfectic/n  of  love's  masquerade,  his 
deft  concealment  of  his  real  character  from  his  victim. 

It  began  with  solemn  assertions  that  the  writer  was  moved 
only  by  the  Spirit  of  God;  that  he  sought  only  to  obey  his 
conscience,  as  a  preparation  for  the  "  dreadful  day  of  judgment, 
when  the  secrets  of  all  men's  hearts  shall  be  opened ;"  that  he 
was  in  no  way  led  by  "  carnall  affection,"  and  that  he  sought 
only  ''  for  the  good  of  this  plantation,  for  the  honor  of  our 
countrie,  for  the  glory  of  God,  for  my  owne  salvation,  and  for 
the  converting  to  the  true  knowledge  of  God  and  Jesus  Christ, 
an  unbelieving  creature,  namely  Pokahuntas."  He  went  on  to 
describe  how  long  the  subject  had  borne  on  his  mind,  how  he 
had  set  before  his  mind  the  proneness  of  mankind  to  evil 
desires,  how  he  had  studied  the  rebukes  of  the  Bible  against 
marrying  strange  wives  ;  how  the  fearful  struggle  had  kept  up 
day  and  night  between  the  powers  of  light  and  darkness ;  how 
"besides  the  weary  passions  and  suffering,  he  had  daiely,  hourely, 
yea,  and  in  his  sleep  indured;  even  awaking  him  to  astonish- 
ment, taxing  him  with  remissnesse,  and  carelessnesse,  refusing 
and  neglecting  to  perform  the  duteie  of  a  good  Christian,  pulling 


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him  by  the  eare  and  crying;  why  dost  thou  not  indeavor  to 
make  her  a  Christian?"  Still  he  proceeded  with  his  foolish 
delusion.  He  said  that  the  Holy  Spirit  often  demanded  why 
he  was  created,  if  not  to  labor  in  the  Lord's  vineyard.  Here 
was  a  good  chance  for  him.  Besides  all  which  were  her 
apparent  love  for  him,  her  intellig-ence  and  desire  to  be  taught, 
her  willingness  to  receive  good  impressions,  "and  also  the 
spirituall,  besides  her  owne  incitements  stirring  me  up  hereunto." 
That  these  "  incitements  "  and  the  rest  had  great  influence  over 
the  writer  of  this  remarkable  love-letter  is  plain.  "Shall  I  be 
of  so  untoward  a  disposition  as  to  refuse  to  lead  the  blind  in 
the  right  way  ?  Shall  I  be  so  unnatural  as  not  to  give  bread 
to  the  hungrie,  or  uncharitable  as  not  to  cover  the  naked?" 

Such  horrible  wickedness  was  not  to  be  thought  of.  He 
determined  to  sacrifice  himself  on  the  altar  of  duty.  He  could 
not  close,  however,  without  renewed  protests  that  he  was  not 
influenced  by  his  own  desires  or  affections.  In  fact,  one  thinks 
he  doth  protest  too  much.  He  finishes,  saying,  "I  will  heartily 
accept  of  it  as  a  godly  taxe  appointed  me,  and  I  will  never 
cease  (God  assissting  me)  untill  I  have  accomplished  and  brought 
to  perfection  so  holy  a  worke,  in  which  I  will  daily  pray  God 
to  bless  me,  to  mine  and  her  eternal  happiness." 

Governor  Dale  read  this  tedious  missive,  and  no  doubt  saw 
the  size  of  the  joke.  But,  nevertheless,  he  could  see  the  mar- 
riage would  be  a  good  thing  for  the  colony,  and  lay  the  founda- 
tion for  a  lasting  peace.  He  approved  of  it  heartily,  humoring 
Bolfe  by  giving  his  assent  in  the  same  style  in  which  the  let- 
ter was  written,  and,  so  far  as  we  are  informed,  without  wound- 
ing the  susceptible  heart  of  the  widower  by  any  facetious 
reflection  on  his  cant  and  self-delusion. 

Word  was  sent  to  Powhatan,  and  he,  too,  seemed  to  approve 
of  it.  He  was  growing  conservative  in  his  old  age,  and  he  saw 
in  the  marriage  a  career  suited  to  the  tastes  of  his  daughter  as 
well  as  an  assurance  of  long  continued  peace  for  his  weary 
people.    The  expedition  returned  to  Jamestown,  where  Poca- 


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hontas,  as  before  remarked,  formally  amioimced  her  conversion 
to  Christianity.  This  was  really  a  good  joke  on  Rolfe,  for  it 
demolished  at  one  blovv'  the  entire  fabric  of  mock  reasoning,  by 
which  he  justified  his  desire  to  marry  Pocahontas.  However, 
the  question  was  not  sprung.  Preparations  for  the  wedding 
went  on  merrily.  Powhatan  shortly  sent  down  an  old  uncle  of 
Pocahontas  to  represent  him  at  the  wedding  and  give  the  bride 
away.  The  ceremony  was  performed  in  the  Jamestown  Church, 
about  the  5th  of  April,  1614.  This  marriage  is  justh^  cele- 
brated as  being  the  basis  for  a  peace  with  the  Powhatans 
as  long  as  Pocahontas  lived.  Other  tribes,  among  them  the 
Chickahominies,  who  are  said  to  have  had  no  king,  but  a  rude 
sort  of  republican  government,  sent  in  their  submission  to  this 
colony,  which  no  longer  had  occasion  for  war. 

It  is  instructive  to  notice  that  the  colony  at  this  time  aban- 
doned the  communal  system  of  property,  because  while  all  were 
fed  out  of  the  common  store,  some  would  shirk  the  labor,  and 
even  the  most  industrious  would  "scarcely  work  in  a  week  so 
much  as  they  would  for  themselves  in  a  single  day."  The  pros- 
perity of  the  colony  was  assured.  Communism  is  the  very  soul 
of  barbarism;  individual  property  the  earliest  sign  of  civilization. 

The  first  time  a  thing  occurs  it  is  remarkable.  The  wedding 
of  Rolfe  and  Pocahontas,  famous  as  the  first  marriage  of  a  white 
man  with  an  Indian  woman  on  this  continent,  recalls  an  incident 
which  had  transpired  twenty-seven  years  before.  This  was  the 
birth  of  a  little  waif  known  to  history  as  Virginia  Dare,  the 
first  white  child  born  in  America.  It  took  place  in  1587,  in 
the  unhappy  colony  at  Roanoke,  Virginia,  founded  under  the 
auspices  of  Sir  Walter  Raleigh,  whose  transcendent  genius 
more  nearly  apprehended  the  glorious  destiny  of  America  than 
that  of  any  other  man  of  the  age.  This  little  maiden  was 
baptized  when  she  was  a  week  or  two  old.  The  scene  was 
one  of  thrilling  interest  to  the  anxious  group  of  spectators. 
That  ceremony  performed  over  the  unconscious  babe  has  been 
described  with  touching  interest  by  every  historian  pf  America. 


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Well  might  it  be.  What  a  world  drama  has  been  and  will  be 
enacted  on  the  new  continent  between  the  births  of  the  first 
white  child  and  of  the  last  white  child  in  America!  But  the 
history  of  little  Virginia  Dare  closes  with  her  baptism.  Shortly 
after,  her  father,  leaving  his  wife  and  child  behind,  went  to 
England  for  food  and  help.  When  he  returned  no  trace  was  to 
be  found  of  the  colony^  save  the  single  word  "Croatan"  carved 
on  a  tree.  Historians  have  speculated  upon  the  fate  of  the  lost 
colony  of  Roanoke  and  of  Virginia  Dare,  but  no  satisfactory 
solution  has  ever  been  given  of  the  mystery. 

Such  benefits  had  flowed  from  the  marriage  of  Pocahontas 
that  good  Governor  Dale  piously  ascribing  it  to  the  Divine 
approval  which  rested  on  the  conversion  of  the  heathen,  and 
reflecting  that  another  daughter  of  Powhatan  would  form  an 
additional  pledge  of  peace,  sent  Hamor  and  the  interpreter, 
Thomas  Savage,  to  Powhatan,  for  the  purpose  of  securing 
another  daughter  for  himself.  At  the  town  of  Matchcat,  farther 
up  the  river  than  Werowocomoco,  from  which  the  emperor  had 
removed  on  account  of  the  proximity  of  the  English,  the  visitors 
were  received.  The  emperor  seemed  glad  to  see  Savage,  and 
invited  him  to  his  house.  After  a  pipe  of  tobacco  had  been 
passed  around,  Powhatan  inquired  anxiously  about  his  daugh- 
ter's welfare,  "  her  marriage,  his  unknown  son,  and  how  they 
liked,  lived,  and  loved  together."  Hamor  answered  that  Rolfe 
was  very  well,  and  "  his  daughter  so  well  content  that  she  would 
not  change  her  life  to  return  and  live  with  him,  whereat  he 
laughed  heartily,  and  said  he  was  very  glad  of  it." 

Powhatan  then  desired  to  know  the  reason  of  the  unex- 
pected visit.  Hamor  said  his  message  was  private,  and  he 
desired  no  one  to  be  present.  The  emperor  at  once  ordered  the 
room  cleared  of  all  except  the  inevitable  pair  of  queens  who  sat 
on  either  side  of  the  monarch.  As  a  propitiatory  introduction 
to  the  subject,  Hamor  delivered  a  message  of  "  love  and  peace," 
supplementing  it  with  presents  of  coffee,  beads,  combs,  fish- 
hooks, and  knives,  and  a  promise  of  the  long-wished-for  grind- 


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stone,  whenever  Powhatan  would  send  for  it.  Hamor  then  pro- 
ceeded to  speak  of  the  great  reputation  for  beauty  and  attract- 
iveness which  Powhatan's  youngest  daughter  bore,  of  the  desire 
of  Pocahontas  to  have  her  sister's  companionship,  of  Governor 
Dale's  intention  to  remain  permanent!}^  in  Virginia,  and  his 
desire,  in  case  the  young  lady  proved  to  be  all  that  was  reported 
of  her,  to  make  lier  his  nearest  companion,  wife,  and  bed- 
fellow." Such  an  alliance,  Hamor  represented,  would  be  an 
honor  to  all  concerned,  and  would  form  a  new  bond  of  alliance 
and  friendship. 

When  Hamor  had  finished,  the  emperor  gracefully  acknowl- 
edged the  compliment,  but  protested  that  his  daughter  had 
been  three  days  married  to  a  certain  one  of  his  kings.  Hamor 
replied  that  this  was  nuthing,  that  the  groom  would  readily 
relinquish  her  for  the  ample  presents  wdiich  Governor  Dale 
would  make,  and  further,  that  the  emperor  might  easily  exert 
his  authority  to  reclaim  his  daughter  on  some  pretext.  To  this 
base  proposition  the  old  monarch  made  an  answer,  of  which  the 
nobility  and  purity  might  have  put  to  shame  the  brazen  Hamor. 
He  confessed  that  his  real  objection  was  the  love  he  bore  to  his 
dauoditer,  who  was  dearer  to  him  than  his  own  life ;  that  thouodi 
he  had  many  children,  none  delighted  him  as  much  as  she ;  that 
he  could  not  live  unless  he  saw  her  every  day  during  the  few 
remaining  years  of  his  life,  which  he  could  not  do  if  she  went  to 
live  with  the  English,  as  he  was  resolved  never  to  put  himself 
in  their  power  by  visiting  them.  He  desired  no  other  pledge 
of  friendship  than  the  one  already  existing  in  the  marriage  of 
his  Pocahontas,  unless  she  should  die.  m  Avhich  ca  se  he  would 
give  up  another  child.  Finally,  he  urged  with  vehement  and 
pathetic  eloquence.  "  I  hold  it  not  a  brotherly  part  for  your 
king  to  endeavor  to  bereave  me  of  my  two  darling  children  at 
once.  Give  him  to  understand  that,  if  he  had  no  pledge  at  all, 
he  need  not  distrust  any  injury  from  me  or  my  people.  There 
hath  been  already  too  much  of  blood  and  war.  Too  many  of 
my  people  and  of  his,  have  already  fallen  in  our  strife,  and  by 


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my  occasion  there  shall  never  be  any  more.  I,  who  have  power 
to  perform  it,  have  said  it ;  no,  not  though  I  should  have  just 
occasion  offered,  for  I  am  now  grown  old  and  would  gladly 
end  my  few  remaining  days"  in  peace  and  quiet.  Even  if  the 
English  should  offer  me  injury,  I  would  not  resent  it.  My 
country  is  large  enough,  and  I  would  remove  myself  farther 
from  you.  I  hope  this  will  give  satisftiction  to  your  king. 
He  can  not  have  my  daughter.  If  he  is  not  satisfied,  I  will 
move  three  days'  journey  farther  from  him,  and  never  see 
Englishmen  more." 

His  speech  was  ended.  The  barbarian's  hall  of  state  was 
silent.  The  council  fire,  unreplenished,  had  burned  low  during 
the  interview,  and  the  great,  crackling  logs  lay  reduced  to  a 
dull  heap  of  embers,  fit  symbol  of  the  aged  monarch  who  had 
just  spoken ;  within  their  midst  still  burned  the  glowing  heart 
of  fire,  but  more  and  more  feebly,  while  over  all  the  white  and 
feathery  ashes  were  weaving  the  shroud  of  death.  Call  him 
a  savage,  but  remember  that  his  shining  love  for  his  daughter 
only  throws  into  darker  shadow  the  infamous  proposition  of 
the  civilized  Englishman  to  tear  away  the  three  days'  bride 
from  the  arms  of  her  Indian  lover,  and  give  her  to  a  man 
who  had  already  a  wife  in  England.  Call  him  a  barbarian,  but 
forget  not  that,  when  his  enemies  hungered  he  had  given  them 
food.  When  his  people  were  robbed,  whipped,  and  imprisoned 
by  the  invaders  of  his  country,  he  had  only  retaliated,  and 
had  never  failed  to  buy  the  peace,  to  which  he  was  entitled 
without  money  and  without  price.  Call  him  a  heathen,  but  do 
not  deny  that  when  he  said  that,  if  the  English  should  do 
him  an  injury,  he  would  not  resent  it,  but  only  move  farther 
from  them,  he  more  nearly  followed  the  rule  of  the  Master, 
of  whom  he  was  ignorant,  than  did  the  faithless,  pilfering 
adventurers  at  the  fort,  who  rolled  their  eyes  heavenward  and 
called  themselves  Christians.  * 

In  1616  John  Holfe  and  Pocahontas  went  to  England, 
taking  several  Indians  with  them.    Here  Rolfe  well-nigh  got 


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into  trouble  over  his  marriage.  Tlie  intelligent  Kine  James, 
the  same  who  wanted  his  minister  to  procure  him  a  flying- 
squirrel,  because  he  was  ^'  so  well  affected  to  such  toys,"  took 
it  into  his  limited  head  that  Rolfe,  a  private  gentleman,  by 
marrying  into  the  imperial  family  of  Powhatan,  had  committed 
high  treason.  The  anointed "  pedant  was  deeply  offended, 
and  insisted  that  E.olfe  meant  to  claim  the  Virginia  dominion 
as  his  wife's  heritage,  and  have  the  crown  descend  to  his  pos- 
terity. His  counselors  succeeded  with  difficulty  in  showing 
him  how  far-fetched  the  notion  was.  The  Lady  Rebecca,  as 
Pocahontas  was  called  in  England,  received,  for  a  little  while, 
considerable  attention.  The  aristocracy  ventured  to  patronize 
her  slightly  on  account  of  her  rank.  She  was  received  by 
the  king  and  queen,  taken  to  the  theaters,  and  called  on  by 
several  of  the  nobility.  Captain  Smith,  busy  with  other  mat- 
ters, did  not  see  her  for  some  time,  but  either  to  help  Pocahon- 
tas or  draw  attention  to  himself,  wrote  the  queen  a  letter,  in 
which  he  gave  a  brief  and  spirited  account  of  the  many  kind- 
nesses which  Pocahontas  had  bestowed  on  the  colony,  and 
earnestly  requesting  that  she  receive  the  voydl  favor  and  atten- 
tion while  in  England. 

In  a  little  while,  however,  Pocahontas  seems  to  have  been 
neglected.  The  novelty  wore  off.  After  the  first  weeks  of  her 
visit  she  was  no  longer  spoken  of  as  the  wife  of  Rolfe  at  all. 
Either  on  account  of  the  London  smoke  or  the  neglect  of  the 
Virginia  company,  she  was  staying  at  Branford.  Smith  relates 
the  story  of  a  sino:ular  interview  which  he  had  with  her  here. 
After  a  modest  salutation,  she,  without  a  word,  turned  her  back 
to  him.  and  passionately  buried  her  face  in  her  hands.  At 
length  she  broke  forth  with  pathetic  reproaches,  recalling  the 
old  scenes  at  the  colony,  and  her  sacrifices  for  the  Enulish, 
how  he  had  called  Powhatan  father"  when  he  was  a  stranger 
in  a  strange  land,  yet  how,  now  that  their  positions  were 
reversed,  he  neglected  her  and  objected  to  her  calling  him 
"father."    She  said  that  after  his  departure  the  English  always 


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told  her  he  was  dead,  yet  Powhatan  had  commanded  those  of 
her  people  that  were  with  her  to  search  for  Smith,  and  find  out 
whether  he  was  living,     because  your  countriemen  will  lie 

much."  The  rea- 
son of  her  conduct 
is  obscure.  Many 
have  thought  that 
Rolfe  had  told  her 
Smith  was  dead, 
because  she  was 
resolved  never  to 
I  marry  to  any  one 
as  long  as  he  was 
alive.  It  is  not  im- 
possible that  she 
had  loved  liim, 
and  was  deeply 
W  grieved  to  find 
the  trick  which 
had  been  j)layed 
upon  her.  More 
1  i  k  e  1  y  s  li  e  was 
homesick,  and,  grieved  to  find  the  English  no  longer  paid  her 
any  attention,  was  deeply  sensitive  to  Smith's  neglect,  in  not 
visiting  her  earlier  and  renewing  their  old  acquaintance. 

Among  the  Indians  who  accompanied  Pocahontas  was  Toco- 
moco,  her  bi-other-in-law,  who  was  sent  by  Powhatan  to  take 
the  number  of  people  in  England,  and  bring  an  account  of  their 
strength  and  resources.  When  lie  arrived  at  Plymouth  he  got 
him  a  long  stick,  and  began  io  cut  a  notch  in  it  for  every 
person  he  met.  But  he  soon  wearied  of  the  endless  task,  and 
threw  away  the  stick.  When  he^  was  asked  by  Powhatan  on 
his  return,  how  many  Englishmen  there  were,  he  said :  Count 
the  stars  in  the  sky,  the  leaver  on  the  trees,  and  the  sand  on 
the  sea-shore ;  for  such  is  the   lumber  of  people  in  England." 


CAPTAIN  JOHN  SMITH. 


THE  LEGEND  OF  POWHATAN. 


This  same  savage  accidentally  met  Captain  Smith  in  London, 
where  their  old  acquaintance  was  renewed.  He  at  once  begged 
Smith  to  show  him  his  God,  king,  queen,  and  prince,  about 
whom  Smith  had  told  him  so  much.  Smith  put  him  off  the 
best  he  could  about  showing  his  Grod,  but  told  him  he  had 
already  seen  the  king,  and  the  others  he  should  see  when  he 
liked.  The  Indian  stoutly  denied  having  seen  the  king,  James 
not  coming  up  to  his  notion  of  the  ruler  of  such  a  people. 
When  convinced  that  he  had  really  seen  the  king,  he  said,  with 
a  melancholy  countenance :  You  gave  Powhatan  a  wdiite  dog, 
which  he  fed  as  himself ;  but  your  king  has  given  me  not  a 
mouthful  nor  a  present;  yet  I  am  better  than  your  white  dog." 

In  May,  1617,  Rolfe,  who  had  been  appointed  secretary  of 
Virginia,  with  his  wife  and  child,  prepared  to  return  to  America. 
They  were  on  board  their  ship,  which  was  detained  a  few  days 
in  the  Thames  by  contrary  winds.  During  this  delay  the  lovely 
Pocahontas  was  taken  ill,  and,  after  an  illness  of  three  days, 
died,  in  a  stranger's  land. 

Thus  ends  one  of  the  briefest  and  loveliest  romances  to  be 
found  in  all  literature.  Amid  the  darkness  of  barbarism  and 
savagery,  bloomed  the  rare  and  delicate  nature  of  Pocahontas,  a 
wild  rose  in  the  rocky  cleft  of  black  precipices  and  gloomy 
mountains.  She  seemed  born  for  a  different  sphere  than  that 
in  which  she  w^as  placed.  The  brutality  of  her  people  was 
wholly  absent  from  her  affectionate  heart.  She  took  naturally 
to  the  civilization  which  she  so  little  understood.  Whatever 
motives  may  have  influenced  her  in  her  adoption  of  Christianity, 
it  is  on  record  that  she  ''lived  civilly  and  lovingly"  with  her 
husband.  From  the  first  she  had  no  fear  of  the  English,  going 
freely  to  their  fort  and  on  board  their  ships.  Nearly  every  one 
in  the  colony  had  some  favor,  bestowed  in  the  days  of  her 
frolicsome  visits  to  Jamestown,  for  which  to  remember  her. 
On  all  occasions  she  was  their  friend,  supplying  them  with  pro- 
visions, concealing  them  from  her  father,  and  aiding  them  to 
escape.    Her  influence  over  her  father  was  unceasingly  exerted 


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in  behalf  of  the  strangers.  Modern  criticism  has  regarded  some 
of  the  stories  told  of  her  as  romances.  But  after  disentangling 
the  flower  from  all  the  weeds  and  mosses  of  legend  which  may 
have  sprung  up  around  it^  the  beautiful,  affectionate  nature,  the 

refined  manners,  and  apt  in- 
telligence of  the  Indian  i)rin- 
cess,  remain  in  all  their  lily- 
like freshness  and  fragrance. 
Her  early  death,  though  sad 
enough,  was  perhaps  fortu- 
nate, both  for  her  and  for  her 
history.  As  to  herself,  had 
5^::'  she  lived,  her  keen  inteUi- 
gence  would  have  leai'iied  to 
f  understand  more  and  more 
fully  the  difference  between 
her  })eople  and  the  English^ 
a  knowledge  which  would 
,1  have  brought  only  pain  and 
J,..  sorrow  to  her  loving  heart, 
■And  as  for  her  history,  her 
early  death  has  left  us  only 
her  portrait  in  the  perfect  bloom  of  youth,  a  youth  which  has 
been  made  immortal  by  the  pens  of  countless  historians. 

In  1618  died  the  great  Powhatan,  "full  of  years  and 
satiated  with  fightings  and  the  delights  of  savage  life."  lie  is 
a  prominent  character  in  the  early  history  of  our  country,  and 
well  does  he  deserve  it.  In  his  prime  he  had  been  propoilion- 
ally  to  his  surroundings,  as  ambitious  as  Julius  Caesar,  and  not 
less  successful.  He  had  enlarged  his  dominions  by  conquest  to 
many  times  their  original  size,  and  had  spread  the  terror  of  his 
arms  over  a  vast  extent  of  country.  He  had  many  towns  and 
residences,  and  over  a  hundred  wives.  In  his  government  he 
was  despotic  and  cruel.  Offenders  were  beaten  to  death  before' 
him,  or  tied  to  trees  and  torn  limb  from  Umb^  or  broiled  to 
death  on  red-hot  coals, 


POCAHONTAS. 


THE  LEGEND  OF  POWHATAN. 


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His  people  had  a  sort  of  religion,  with  priests,  temples,  and 
images,  but  "the  ceremonies  seemed  not  worship,  but  propitia- 
tions against  evil,"  and  they  appear  to  have  had  no  conception 
of  an  overruling  power  or  of  an  immortal  life.  Their  notions 
of  personal  adornment  were  very  decided,  if  not  pleasing.  Oil 
and  paints  were  daubed  all  over  the  person.  Their  ears  had 
large  holes  bored  in  them,  in  which  were  hung  bones,  claws, 
beads,  "and  some  of  their  men  there  be  who  will  weare  in 
these  holes  a  small  greene-and-yellow  coloured  live  snake,  neere 
half  a  yard  in  length,  which  crawling  and  lapping  itself  about 
his  neck,  oftentimes  familiarly  he  suffreeth  to  kiss  his  lips. 
Others  wear  a  dead  ratt  tyed  by  the  tayle." 

In  his  last  days  Powhatan  much  feared  a  conspiracy,  between 
his  brother  Opechancanough  and  the  English,  to  overthrow  his 
government,  to  prevent  which  his  diplomacy  was  carefully  exer- 
cised. There  is  much  that  is  pathetic  in  the  close  of  his  career^ 
his  dominions  overrun  with  strangers,  his  well-beloved  daughter 
sleeping  her  last  sleep  in  a  foreign  land,  and  himself,  no  longer 
opposing  armed  resistance  to  the  English,  which  he  was  shrewd 
enough  to  see  must  in  the  long  run  result  in  the  extermination 
of  his  people,  but  simply  "  moving  farther  from  them." 

It  would  be  unjust  to  the  man,  to  whom  we  are  indebted  for 
the  story  of  Powhatan  and  his  lovely  daughter,  to  close  this 
account  without  referring  briefly  to  his  career  after  leaving  Vir- 
ginia. He  was  forever  after  a  hobbyist  on  America.  He  was 
always  laboring  to  get  up  new  expeditions,  of  which  he  should 
have  command.  Once  he  did  go  to  New  England,  and  as  usual, 
met  with  thrilling  adventures.  But  he  was  pursued  by  the  same 
ill  luck  which  had  been  his  evil  star.  His  ambitious  plans  were 
never  fulfilled,  or,  if  he  did  get  men  to  invest  in  his  enterprises, 
they  always  met  with  disaster  and  ruin.  Smith  had  the  great 
good  fortune  to  be  his  own  historian.  He  took  care  to  tell  his 
own  story,  and  he  told  it  well,  making  himself  the  center  of 
every  scene.  He  was  a  graphic  writer,  full  of  wit,  and  his 
pages,  though  crude  in  style  and  bungled  in  arrangement,  are 
the  most  interesting  chronicles  of  his  time. 


INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


Smith  was  a  prolific  author.  His  first  work  was  "  The  True 
Relation,"  written  by  him,  while  in  America,  narrating  the  history 
and  condition  of  the  colony,  published  in  London,  1608.  In  1612 
he  published  his  "  Map  of  Virginia  and  Description  of  the  Coun- 
try." This  map  shows  that  he  had  a  fine  eye  for  topographical 
outline.  Other  works  were  "A  Description  of  New  England," 
1616;  "New  England's  Trials,"  1620;  "The  General  Historie/' 
1624,  with  three  later  editions.  He  wrote  also  "A  Sea  Gram- 
mar" and  several  other  books,  which  went  over  the  same  ground 
of  his  own  adventures  and  the  history  of  the  Jamestown  colony. 
These  books  were  written  and  published  by  him  at  his  own 
expense.  He  distributed  them  gratuitously  in  large  numbers, 
solely  with  a  view  to  exciting  interest  about  America,  and  help- 
ing him  in  working  up  his  plans. 

Reading  between  the  lines,  we  see  a  man  of  strong  nature, 
full  of  conceit,  of  manners  disagreeable  because  egotistical,  impa- 
tient of  opposition,  and  insufferably  fond  of  talking  about  and 
magnifying  his  own  adventures.  Yet  he  was  no  ordinary  char- 
acter. The  very  rashness  and  impulsiveness  which  he  mani- 
fested in  England  made  him  fertile  in  expedients  in  fighting 
Powhatan.  The  very  strength  of  his  dictator-like  intellect, 
which  gained  him  the  hate  of  the  Jamestown  colonists,  whether 
of  lower  or  equal  rank,  caused  him  to  achieve  success  with  the 
savages  and  keep  the  storehouse  of  the  fort  full  of  corn.  His 
great  energy  expending  itself  on  the  one  hobby  of  working  up 
expeditions  to  America,  no  doubt,  made  him  to  some  extent  a 
nuisance  in  England,  after  he  was  discountenanced  and  insulted 
by  the  Virginia  company.  But  that  Smith  was  a  smart  man,  of 
rare  force  and  ingenuity,  far  ahead  of  his  age  in  foreseeing  the 
future  greatness  of  America,  and  possessing  executive  ability  of  a 
high  order,  must  be  conceded.  He  came,  in  time,  to  regard  him- 
self as  the  originator  of  all  the  discoveries  and  colonizations  of 
his  busy  age,  mentioning  the  Virginia  colony  as  "my  colony/' 
and  in  relating  the  story  of  an  expedition,  of  which  he  was 
only  a  private  in  the  rear  rank,  saying,  "/  took  ten  men  and 


THE  LEGEND  OF  F  OWE  A  TAX. 


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went  ashore,"  ordered  the  boats  to  be  lowered,"  and  so  forth. 
His  swaggering  rhetoric  brings  a  smile  to  the  face  of  the  reader. 
His  latest  and  best  biographer  says  :  "  If  Shakespeare  had  known 
him,  as  he  might  have  done,  he  would  have  had  a  character 
ready  to  his  hand  that  would  have  added  one  of  the  most  amus- 
ing and  interesting  portraits  to  his  gallery.  He  faintly  suggests 
a  moral  Falstaff,  if  we  can  imagine  a  Falstaff  without  vices." 
Smith  was  not  only  a  good  Churchman,  but  a  good  man.  His 
private  life,  passed  amid  the  roughest  characters  and  surround- 
ings, was  upright  and  pure.   He  was  never  heard  to  use  an  oath. 

In  spite  of  his  incessant  efforts,  by  writing  books,  making 
speeches,  and  addressing  letters  with  offers  of  his  services,  to 
colonization  societies,  Smith  was  compelled  to  remain  a  mere 
spectator  of  the  rapid  settlement  of  the  New  World.  Though 
out  of  money  and  out  of  reputation,  his  buoyant  spirits  never 
sunk.  He  was  a  Micawber,  always  expecting  something  to  turn 
up,  or  better  yet,  a  Colonel  Mulberry  Sellers,  who  was  never 
without  a  scheme  with  "  millions  in  it."  Hardship  and  disap- 
pointment made  him  prematurely  old,  if  it  did  not  make  him 
unhappy.  His  last  years  were  spent  in  poverty-stricken  seclu- 
sion, a  "prince's  mind  imprisoned  in  a  pauper's  purse,"  as  was 
said  of  him  by  a  friend.  Fed  by  his  "  great  expectations,"  he 
held  up  his  head  to  the  end.  Almost  his  last  act  w^as  to  make 
his  will  in  due  form,  pompously  disposing  to  Thomas  Parker^ 
Esq.,  of  "all  my  houses,  lands,  tenements,  and  hereditaments 
whatsoever."  They  were  located  only  in  his  fancy.  When  the 
instrument  was  duly  drawn,  he,  who  had  written  so  many  books, 
could  only  make  his  mark.  The  end  had  come.  On  June  21, 
1631,  being  fifty-two  years  old,  he  passed  away.  He  lived  and 
died  a  bachelor.  He  was  wedded  to  his  love  of  adventure. 
While  there  is  much  about  him  at  which  to  laugh,  there  is  more 
which  begets  admiration  and  sympathy  for  him  who  called  him- 
self, on  the  title-pages  of  his  books,  the  "  sometime  Governor 
of  Virginia  and  Admiral  of  New  England." 


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CHAPTEH  IL 

THE  TRIALS   OF   LA  SALLE. 

OBERT  CAVALIER  DE  LA  SALLE  is  one 
of  the  loneliest  characters  of  history.  His  life 
was  a  struggle  between  Will  and  Fate.  He 
was  a  Frenchman,  the  descendant  of  a  wealthy 
family  of  Rouen.  While  but  a  child  his  love 
of  study,  his  dislike  of  amusements,  his  serious 
energy,  caused  his  family  to  select  for  him  a 
career  in  the  Church.  His  education  was  care- 
fully attended  to  by  the  great  'SSociety  of  Jesus,"  of  which  he 
became  a  member.  But  while  La  Salle  was  at  first  attracted 
to  the  Jesuits  by  their  marvelous  discipline,  their  concentrated 
power,  their  unequaled  organization,  his  strong  nature,  as  he 
approached  manhood,  rebelled  at  the  vast  machine  of  which  he 
was  only  a  part.  He  found  himself,  not  at  the  center,  but  at 
the  circumference  of  power.  He  left  them.  By  the  laws  of 
the  order,  the  fortune  left  him  by  his  father  had  become  the 
property  of  the  "  Society."  Impoverished,  but  ambitious,  La 
Salle,  a  young  man  of  twenty-three  years,  in  1666,  turned  his 
back  on  the  splendors  and  achievements  of  France  in  the  reign 
of  Le  Grand  Monarque^  to  seek  his  fortune  among  the  wilder- 
nesses of  America. 

His  destination  was  Montreal.  An  association  of  priests 
called  the  Seminary  of  St.  Sulpice,  were  the  feudal  proprietors 
of  the  entire  region.  The  priests  were  granting  out  their  lands 
on  easy  terms  to  any  who  would  form  a  settlement.  La  Salle 
at  once  arranged  for  a  large  tract  of  land,  eight  miles  above 


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Montreal,  at  the  place  now  called  La  Chine.  The  location  was 
exposed  and  dangerous,  but  eligible  for  the  fur  trade.  Here  he 
marked  out  a  palisaded  village,  platted  the  land  within  the  pali- 
sade into  lots  containing  a  third  of  an  acre  each,  and  without  the 
palisade  into  forty-acre  fields.  These  tracts  he  rented  out  for 
a  small,  annual  rent  to  tenants.  He  built  a  comfortable  house 
for  himself,  and  a  small  fort.  The  little  settlement  of  which  he 
was  the  feudal  lord  grew  and  tlourished.  At  evening  La  Salle 
would  look  out  uver  the  tranquil  waters  of  Lake  St.  Lotiis,  and 
as  his  imagination  dvvelt  on  the  lonely  world  stretching  ever 
toward  the  sunset,  the  great  purpose  of  its  exploration  took 
shape  in  his  mind.  The  Tndians  who  came  to  trade  with  him 
told  him  of  a  oTcat  river  in  llu'  W  est,  but  of  its  destination  they 
were  ignorant.  The  dream  of  the  age.  a  passage  to  the  South 
Sea.  was  realized,  if  tliis  river  emptied  into  the  Southern  or 
Pacific  Ocean.  So  the  resth\<s  La  Salle  sold  his  seignory  back 
to  the  priests  of  St.  Sulpiee.  and  with  the  money  bought  canoes 
and  supplies  for  an  expedition. 

The  Stilpitians  were  enviotis  of  their  more  famous  rivals, 
the  Jesuits.  The  latter  had  lomr  excluded  everv  rival  from 
missionary  labors  among  the  Indians.  They  threaded  forests, 
swam  rivers,  endured  hrtmrer.  cold,  and  disease  to  follow  the 
Indian  to  his  wigwam.  AVith  deathless  pertinacity,  they  learned 
hideous  languages,  lived  on  nauseous  food,  and  dared  the  flames 
of  torture,  to  tell  the  story  of  their  religion.  Xo  sacrifice  was 
too  great,  no  enterprise  too  hazardous,  no  stiff ering  too  severe  to 
deter  them  from  their  great  object — the  conversion  of  the  sav- 
ages. Everywhere  these  heroic  priests  had  preceded  the  march 
of  civilization.  Twenty  years  before  the  sainth^  Marrpiette 
floated  down  the  Mississippi,  a  Jesttit  establishment  was  located 
on  its  banks.  When  the  Htirons.  amons;  which  they  labored  so 
long,  were  driven  from  their  homes  by  the  resistless  arms  of  the 
Five  Nations,  the  priests  shared  tlu'ir  sutferings  and  exile.  Long 
before  any  other  white  men.  they  liad  traversed  the  g^'eat  kikes 
and  lUifuried  the  banner  uf  the  cross  on  their  farthest  shores. 


INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 

For  all  this  wasted  lieroism  the  rewards  seem  meager 
enough.  Now^  and  then  a  savage,  attracted  by  some  beads, 
would  allow  himself  to  be  baptized ;  but,  as  one  chronicler  says, 
"  an  Indian  would  be  baptized  ten  times  a  day  for  a  pint  of 
brandy."  Sometimes  the  priests  were  edified  by  seeing  a  war- 
rior throw  a  piece  of  tobacco  at  the  foot  of  the  cross  as  a  sym- 
bol of  worship.  "  I  have  been  amply  rewarded,"  says  one  of 
these  fiithers,  after  being  fed  by  his  hosts  for  six  days  on  some 
nauseous,  boiled  lichen  and  a  piece  of  old  moccasin,  "  for  all  my 
sufferings.  I  have  this  day  rescued  from  the  burning  a  dying 
infant,  to  whom  its  mother  allowed  me  to  administer  the  sacred 
rites  of  baptism,  and  who  is  now,  thank  God,  safe  from  that 
dreadful  destiny  which  befalls  those  who  die  without  the  pale 
of  our  most  holy  Church." 

The  Sulpitians,  envying  the  Jesuits,  aided  La  Salle  in  his 
efforts,  and  also  fitted  out  an  expedition  of  their  own  to  join 
him,  hoping  to  find  fields  for  their  own  missionary  zeal.  This 
double-headed  expedition  was  ill-suited  to  the  imperious  will  of 
La  Salle.  After  weeks  of  travel  the  priests  resolved  to  direct 
their  course  to  Lake  Superior.  La  Salle  warned  them  that  they 
would  find  the  field  preoccupied  by  the  Jesuits.  La  Salle's 
goal  was  the  Ohio,  which  his  Indian  friends  had  confounded 
with  the  Mississi|)pi.  The  two  expeditions  separated.  The 
priests  traversed  the  great  lakes,  and  met  with  many  hardships, 
only  to  find  La  Salle's  prediction  true.  One  night  a  storm 
SAvept  their  baggage,  containing  their  altar  service,  into  the 
lake.  This  they  took  to  be  the  work  of  the  Devil,  to  prevent 
their  having  mass.  Soon  afterward  they  found  a  stone  idol  in 
the  forest,  which  inspired  their  highest  resentment.  Hungry 
and  petulant,  they  attacked  the  thing  with  fury,  broke  it  up, 
and  dumped  the  fragments  in  the  lake.  This  pious  exploit  was, 
as  they  said,  divinely  rewarded  by  a  bear  and  a  deer,  killed  the 
same  day.  They  returned  to  Montreal  without  having  made  a 
convert  or  a  discovery. 

La  Salle's  men  had  mostly  deserted  him,  and  returning  to 


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his  old  settlement,  called  it  La  Chine  in  derision  of  his  phantom 
idea  of  a  passage  to  China.  With  one  companion,  he  pushed 
on  to  the  south,  discovered  the  Ohio  River,  and  descended 
it  to  the  falls  at  Louisville,  Kentucky.  Here  his  guide  deserted 
him,  and  La  Salle  made  his  way  back  to  Montreal  alone.  In 
the  following  year  he  made  a  similar  trip  to  Lake  Michigan,  and 
discovered  the  Illinois  River. 

The  information  gained  on  these  trips  and  from  the  Indians, 
together  with  vague  rumors  among  the  Jesuits,  gradually  cre- 
ated a  belief  by  La  Salle,  that  the  Mississippi  flowed  into  the 
Gulf  of  Mexico.  His  fertile  mind  mapped  out  the  vast  scheme 
of  discovery  and  conquest,  to  the  accomplishment  of  which  he 
devoted  the  remainder  of  his  life.  History  has  no  parallel  for 
his  labors.  His  idea  was  to  explore  the  Mississippi,  build  a 
chain  of  French  forts  from  the  Lakes  to  the  Gulf,  command  the 
mouth  of  the  Mississippi  with  a  fortress  which  should  be  the 
key  to  the  continent.  The  great  river  should  be  open  only  to 
the  navies  of  France.  The  vast  interior  domain  of  the  conti- 
nent should  become  a  new  empire  for  Louis  XIV  to  govern. 

England  should  be  confined  to  the  strip  of  sea  coast  east  of 
the  Alleghanies ;  Spain  to  Florida,  Mexico,  and  South  America. 
The  trade  with  Indians  for  furs  and  hides,  opened  up  through 
the  whole  interior  of  the  continent,  from  the  base  line  of  the 
Mississippi  and  the  chain  of  forts,  would  enrich  France  beyond 
the  scope  of  the  imagination;  and  this  was  but  the  prelude  to 
the  great  empire  which  La  Salle  foresaw  was  destined  to  flourish 
between  the  Alleghanies  and  the  Rockies,  the  Lakes  and  the 
Gulf.  The  Jesuits  might  hold  undisputed  sway  in  frozen  Canada. 
It  was  for  him  to  discover  and  control  the  rich  and  beautiful 
Mississippi  valley. 

In  1672  the  Count  de  Frontenac  became  governor  of  New 
France.  He  was  a  bold  and  ambitious  man,  with  many  points 
of  resemblance  to  La  Salle.  The  latter,  nursing  his  mighty 
dream  in  the  secrecy  of  his  own  brain,  saw  that  Canada  must 
be  the  basis  for  the  fabric.    From  there  he  must  start,  from 


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there  receive  supplies  and  men.  Nor  could  he  stir  without  the 
permission  of  the  government.  Frontenac  became  the  friend  of 
the  youthful,  but  stern,  and  self-poised  adventurer. 

A  plan  was  formed  between  them,  to  build  a  fort  at  the  spot 
now  occupied  by  Kingston,  near  the  junction  of  Lake  Ontario 
and  the  St.  Lawrence  River.  The  ostensible  reason  was  defense 
against  the  Iroquois.  But  Frontenac  saw  in  it  a  monopoly  of 
trade  and  La  Salle  regarded  it  as  the  first  link  in  the  chain 
which  was  to  bind  America  to  the  throne  of  France. 

The  location  chosen  was  the  territory  of  the  L^oquois,  the 
dreaded  Five  Nations.  This  league  of  Lidians,  the  Mohawks, 
Oneidas,  Onondagas,  Cayugas,  and  Senecas,  embraced  the  most 
intelligent,  powerful,  and  warlike  races  on  the  continent.  Orig- 
inally occupying  about  what  is  now  New  York  State,  they  had 
extended  their  all-conquering  arms  over  Pennsylvania,  Ohio, 
Michigan,  Indiana,  and  Illinois,  and  much  of  Canada.  A  thou- 
sand miles  from  their  council  fires  Avere  brave  but  subjugated 
peoples,  who  held  their  lands  at  the  pleasure  of  their  conquer- 
ors, paid  annual  tribute,  and  prostrated  themselves  before  embas- 
sies of  Iroquois,  who  called  them  dogs  and  spat  in  the  faces  of 
their  proudest  chieftains. 

The  Iroquois  hated  the  French,  who  had  helped  their  Cana- 
dian neighbors  to  defend  themselves  from  the  scourge.  More- 
over, the  English  and  Dutch  furnished  them  arms,  and  made 
them  a  sort  of  police  over  other  tribes.  Many  a  party  of 
Indians  from  the  Lake  Superior  region,  with  its  fleet  of  fur- 
laden  canoes,  was  waylaid  by  the  Iroquois  on  the  way  to  Mon- 
treal, and  either  plundered  or  forced  to  trade  with  the  English 
and  Dutch. 

La  Salle  was  dispatched  to  Onondaga,  where  the  council- 
house  of  the  confederacy  was  located,  to  invite  them  to  a  con- 
ference at  the  site  of  the  proposed  fort.  On  the  appointed  day, 
Frontenac,  in  glittering  armor,  with  a  brilliant  and  formidable 
force  of  French  soldiery,  met  the  assembled  hosts  of  the  Iro- 
quois.   By  means  of  alternate  threats.  j)(M-suasions,  and  presents, 


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he  obtrUiied  their  consent  to  build  the  fort,  which  was  named 
in  honor  of  himself. 

The  next  step  in  La  Salle's  course  was  to  erect  a  fort  at  the 
mouth  of  the  Niagara  lliA^er.  But  it  was  indispensable  to  obtain 
the  sanction  of  the  French  Government.  Fort  Frontenac  had 
been  built  without  any  authority.  Already  strong  influences 
were  at  work  to  have  Louis  XIV  order  it  to  be  torn  down. 
First,  was  the  political  party  in  Canada,  who  had  supported  the 
former  governor,  and  who  became  the  mortal  enemies  of  Fron- 
tenac when  he  supplanted  his  predecessor.  The  political  ani- 
mosities of  Frenchmen  are  the  most  bitter  and  far  reaching  of 
any  people.  When  they  hate,  they  hate.  Another  group  of 
formidable  enemies  were  the  merchants  of  Montreal  and  Quebec. 
The}'  sa^^■  that  Frontenac  and  La  Salle,  with  their  fort  so  much 
nearer  the  lakes,  the  great  avenue  of  Lidian  traffic,  would  have 
a  practical  monopoly  of  the  fur  trade.  The  last,  but  by  no 
means  least,  of  the  enemies  of  the  governor  and  the  dauntless 
La  Salle,  were  the  Jesuits.  La  Salle  was  a  zealous  Catholic^ 
but  he  despised  the  Jesuits.  The  latter,  who  had  long  had  a 
monopoly  of  Xew  France,  were  already  losing  it  in  Lower  Can- 
ada. They  therefore  watched  their  western  missions  with  the 
gr-eatest  jealousy,  and  resented  every  movement  which  tended 
to  open  up  the  great  lakes  to  their  rivals. 

The  first  attack  of  these  dangerous  enemies  on  La  Salle  was 
an  attempt  to  secure  the  destruction  of  Fort  Frontenac.  La 
Salle  was  arranging  to  return  to  France  in  the  fall  of  1674,  in 
order  to  lay  his  projects  before  the  king,  and  resist  these 
intrigues,  when  his  ambition  received  a  powerful  stimulus  from 
the  report  of  Joliet.  who  in  the  spring  of  1673  had  set  out 
with  Father  Marquette,  and  five  boatmen,  to  explore  the  Miss- 
issippi, and  carry  the  Gospel  to  the  countless  tribes  along 
its  banks. 

]\Iarquette  was  the  child  of  an  illustrious  family  of  the 
French  nobility.  Inspired  solely  by  a  sense  of  religious  duty, 
he  had  bidden  farewell  to  the  splendors  of  the  baronial  castle  in 


S8  INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 

which  he  was  born,  to  dwell  among  the  Indians.  Slowly  the 
little  party  made  their  way  through  the  lakes,  up  Green  Bay 
and  Fox  River,  thence  by  many  weary  portages  on  to  the  Missis- 
sippi. The  simple  and  inoffensive  savages,  perhaps  drawn  more 
by  the  gentle  and  saint-like  spirit  of  Marquette  than  by  his 
explanations  of  the  atonement,  received  the  strangers  kindly, 
pressed  on  them  their  best  hospitality,  and  after  many  solicita- 
tions for  them  to  remain,  helped  them  on  their  weary  way. 
At  the  village  of  the  Illinois  the  two  unarmed  Frenchmen  were 
treated  to  a  great  feast.  The  first  course  was  Indian  meal, 
boiled  in  grease,  which  their  host  fed  them  with  a  spoon.  This 
was  followed  by  a  vast  platter  of  fish.  The  host  carefully 
picked  the  bones  from  each  mouthful,  cooled  it  by  blowing, 
and  tucked  it  in  their  mouths  with  his  fingers.  This  excessive 
politeness  seemed  to  destroy  the  Frenchmen's  appetites,  either 
from  embarrassment  or  other  causes,  as  the  remaining  courses 
of  baked  dog  and  buffalo  were  hardly  tasted. 

Day  after  day  the  voyagers  floated  down  the  majestic  river, 
into  the  ever-opening  landscape.  Now  their  eye  swept  over 
boundless  prairies ;  now  they  peered  into  the  perennial  gloom 
of  mighty  forests;  now  they  shuddered  with  alarm  at  the 
imaginary  dangers  of  red  and  green  dragons  and  scaly  monsters, 
painted  by  some  Indian  artist  on  the  dark  background  of  the 
overhanging  bluffs;  now  they  struggled  with  a  more  real  danger 
in  the  mighty  torrent  from  the  Missouri  River,  which  hurled  its 
masses  of  mud  and  uprooted  trees  far  out  into  the  transparent 
depths  of  the  Mississippi.  As  they  proceeded  southward  the 
sun  became  warmer,  the  vegetation  denser,  the  flowers  more 
luxuriant.  Every  evening,  after  hauling  their  canoes  ashore, 
Marquette,  with  clasped  hands,  would  kneel  before  the  "Father 
of  Waters,"  and  pour  out  his  soul  in  prayer  to  the  Infinite.  As  he 
prayed,  a  mild  supernatural  radiance  would  illumine  his  delicate 
and  scholarly  features.  The  spoken  words  would  often  cease, 
but  still  the  slender  black-gowned  figure,  with  hands  lifted,  and 
face  turned  toward  the  crimson  glories  of  the  dying  day,  con- 


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tinned  kneeling  till  the  black  bannered  armies  of  night  darkened 
all  the  air. 

Seven  hundred  miles  from  the  month  of  the  Mississippi  the 
voyagers  commenced  to  retrace  their  lonely  way.  After  weeks 
of  toil,  they  made  their  way  back  to  the  Green  Bay  mission. 
Here  Marquette,  sick  and  exhausted  from  the  toils  of  the  expe- 
dition, was  compelled  to  stop,  while  Joliet  carried  to  Montreal 
the  news  of  the  discovery,  and  of  their  firm  belief  that  the 
Mississippi  flowed,  not  into  the  Pacific  Ocean,  but  the  Gulf  of 
Mexico. 

Marquette,  though  feeble  in  health,  after  a  long  repose, 
determined  to  return  to  the  Illinois  Indians,  among  whom  he 
had  promised  to  found  a  mission.  Taking  two  boatmen,  Pierre 
and  Jaques,  he  started  on  the  slow^  journey.  Overtaken  by 
w^inter  and  renewed  sickness,  the  gentle  father  was  compelled  to 
pass  the  winter  in  a  rude  hut  on  the  shores  of  Lake  Michigan. 
Some  branches  from  the  trees  formed  his  bed,  a  log  his  pillow. 
His  earthly  companions  were  filthy  savages,  but  he  had  con- 
stantly present  with  him  a  divine  Companion.  Urged  on  by  love 
and  pity,  he  set  out  amid  the  sleet  and  rain  of  early  spring  toward 
his  destination.  He  was  received  by  the  Illinois  at  their  great 
village,  near  the  site  of  the  present  town  of  Utica,  La  Salle 
County,  Illinois.  Here,  every  morning,  in  a  vast  wigwam,  he 
told  his  breathless  auditors  the  story  of  the  cross. 

At  last  his  failing  health  forced  him  to  leave  his  sorrowful 
Iinlian  friends.  Slowdy  and  wearily,  he  set  out  with  his  two 
faithful  boatmen  on  the  return  trip.  During  the  day  he 
reclined  on  a  rude  pallet  in  the  canoe,  his  face  turned  toward 
the  skies  he  was  so  soon  to  inhabit.  At  night  his  two  com- 
panions would  hastily  build  a  shelter,  gently  lift  and  carry  him 
from  the  boat,  and  then  prepare  the  rough  dish  of  Indian  meal, 
so  ill  suited  to  the  sufferer.  One  evening  Marquette  pointed  to 
a  lonely  eminence  on  the  lake  shore :  "  That  is  the  spot  for  my 
last  repose."  The  encampment  was  made  earlier  than  usual.  It 
was  well.    In  the  darkness  of  the  night,  with  a  crucifix  in  his 


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hand  and  a  prayer  on  his  lips,  the  gentle  spirit  of  Marquette 
exhaled  to  the  skies,  amid  the  sobs  of  his  heart-broken  com- 
panions. There  in  the  wilderness  they  laid  him  to  rest. 
Though  always  called  Father  Marquette,  he  was  just  thirty- 
eight  years  old. 

We  turn  abruptly  from  this  angelic  nature  to  the  iron  figure 
of  La  Salle.  When  Joliet  arrived  at  Montreal  with  the  news 
of  his  discovery,  La  Salle  found  all  of  his  beliefs  as  to  the 
course  of  the  Mississippi  confirmed.  He  at  once  sailed  for 
France,  it  being  the  fall  of  1674.  His  tireless  energy  and 
address  secured  him  an  audience  with  the  great  French 
monarch  himself.  In  strong,  clear  statements  he  explained 
the  necessity  of  the  forts.  His  effort  was  successful.  The 
king  granted  him  the  fort  and  a  large  tract  of  land.  He  was  to 
pay  back  what  the  fort  had  cost  the  king,  and  rebuild  it  in 
stone.  His  friends,  anxious  to  share  his  j^rosperity,  loaned  him 
money  to  pay  the  king. 

La  Salle  returned  to  Canada  with  his  grant  in  his  pocket. 
From  this  moment  he  was  encircled  by  enemies  who  shadowed 
him  to  his  grave.  The  merchants  and  traders  of  Canada  organ- 
ized into  a  league  to  oppose  him.  The  country  became  a 
hornet-nest  for  him.  Every  weapon  which  malice  could  wield 
or  ingenuity  invent  was  employed  to  strike  him.  The  Jesuits 
procured  an  order  from  France  forbidding  his  traders  to  go  out 
among  the  Indians.  La  Salle  formed  an  Iroquois  settlement 
around  his  fort,  so  that  the  Indians  thereafter  came  to  him. 
When  he  was  at  Quebec,  the  wife  of  his  host  undertook  to  play 
the  part  of  Potiphar's  wife.  La  Salle  quickly  left  the  room  to 
find  the  hall  filled  with  sj^ies,  who  had  expected  to  catch  him 
in  the  baited  trap.  Reports  were  sent  to  his  brother,  the  Abbe 
Cavalier,  a  Sulpitian  priest,  to  the  effect  that  La  Salle  had 
seduced  a  young  girl,  and  was  living  in  gross  immorality.  His 
excommunication  might  have  taken  place,  had  not  his  brother 
visited  him,  only  to  find  him  presiding  over  a  most  exemplary 
household.    A  servant  Avas  hired  to  put  poison  in  his  food. 


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La  Salle  ate  of  the  dish,  and  was  tak(iii  dangerously  ill.  but 
finally  recovered.  Emissaries  were  sent  out  among  the  bloody 
Iroquois,  telling  them  that  the  fort  was  designed  to  aid  in  mak- 
ing war  on  them.  On  the  other  hand,  word  was  sent  through 
many  channels  to  La  Salle  that  the  Iroquois  intended  a  massacre, 
and  Frontenac  was  urged  to  raise  a  force  and  attack  them.  It 
was  with  great  difficulty  that  the  Indians  were  quieted. 

In  spite  of  these  yillainous  machinations,  La  Salle's  inflex- 
ible will  was  victorious.  By  the  help  ol'  Indians,  Fort  Fronte- 
nac was  rebuilt  of  stone.  Within  its  walls  were  substantial 
barracks,  a  guard  house,  an  officer's  house,  a  forge,  a  well,  a 
mill,  and  a  bakery.  Xine  small  cannon  peeped  through  the 
walls.  A  dozen  soldiers  formed  the  garrison,  and  three  times 
as  many  laborers  and  canoe  men  were  also  inhabitants  of  the 
fort.  Outside  were  a  French  settlement,  an  Iroquois  village,  a 
chapel  and  priest's  house,  a  hundred  acres  of  cleared  land,  and 
a  comfortable  lot  of  live  stock.  Four  forty-ton  vessels  and  a 
fleet  of  canoes  were  built  for  navigating  the  lakes. 

Here  in  this  solitude,  a  week's  journey  from  the  nearest 
settlement.  La  Salle  reigned  with  absolute  power  and  rapidly 
increasing  wealth.  But  La  Salle's  ambition  was  not  gain,  but 
glory.  In  the  autumn  of  1GT7  he  again  sailed  for  France. 
His  enemies,  growing  more  numerous  and  bitter  all  the  time, 
were  ahead  of  him,  and  denoimced  him  to  the  government  as  a 
fool  and  madman.  This  was  embarrassing.  The  scheme  he  was 
about  to  propose  was  so  vast  as  to  inspire  distrust  of  his  sanity. 
In  his  memorial  to  the  king.  La  Salle  recited  his  discoveries, 
described  the  great  Mississippi  valley,  predicted  its  future, 
unfolded  its  immense  value  to  France,  enumerated  the  enormous 
difficulties  which  would  attend  its  conquest,  pointed  out  the  anx- 
iety of  the  English  to  possess  it,  outlined  the  plan  of  securing 
it  by  a  vast  chain  of  forts,  artfully  hinted  at  a  chance  to  wrest 
Mexico  from  Spain,  declared  that  it  was  as  a  basis  for  this 
enterprise  that  he  had  built  Fort  Frontenac,  and  asked  similar 
privileges  for  another  fort  at  the  mouth  of  the  Niagara — the 


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key  to  Lake  Erie.  The  statesmen  of  France  gave  La  Salle 
an  attentive  audience.  They  granted  him  a  royal  patent  allow- 
ing him  to  build  as  many  forts  as  he  chose  on  the  same  terms 
as  Fort  Frontenac,  gave  him  a  monopoly  of  the  trade  in  buffalo 
hides,  and  as  a  crumb  of  comfort  for  the  Jesuits,  forbade  him 
to  trade  in  Upper  Canada  or  the  great  lakes.  This  patent  says 
nothing  of  colonies.  Louis  XIV  was  always  opposed  to  them. 
But  a  military  dominion  over  the  wilderness,  and  a  path  for  the 
invasion  of  Mexico,  suited  him  well.  For  the  accomplishment 
of  this  Titanic  labor  he  gave  La  Salle  five  years  ! 

La  Salle's  imperative  need  was  money.  This  he  borrowed 
in  large  sums  at  ruinous  interest.  These  creditors  lived  to 
change  from  wealthy  friends  to  bankrupted  enemies.  The 
exploration  of  America  cost  untold  fortunes,  thousands  of 
heroic  lives,  and  centuries  of  unrequited  toil  and  hardships. 
Our  debt  to  the  past  is  beyond  computation.  La  Salle  was 
joined  by  the  valued  and  trusted  Henri  de  Tonty,  a  son  of  an 
Italian  banker,  who  invented  Tontine  insurance.  Tonty  had 
lost  a  hand  in  battle.  He  was  the  only  one  of  all  his  folloAvers 
in  whom  La  Salle  could  place  complete  confidence. 

On  his  arrival  in  Canada,  although  it  was  in  the  dead  of 
winter.  La  Salle  pushed  forward  his  enterprise.  Father  Henne- 
pin, a  Ricollet  friar,  and  La  Motte,  another  ally,  who  had  joined 
La  Salle  in  France,  wdth  sixteen  men  were  dispatched  from  Fort 
Frontenac  across  the  chopping  waves  of  Erie  as  an  advance 
party.  After  breasting  the  fierce  December  storms,  they  disem- 
barked in  the  snow  at  the  mouth  of  the  Niagara  River,  and 
commenced  to  erect  a  fortified  house.  The  ground  was  thawed 
with  hot  water.  Little  progress  was  made  before  it  became 
evident  that  the  consent  of  the  Iroquois  must  be  obtained.  La 
Motte  foiled  in  this,  but  La  Salle,  following  with  supplies  and 
re-enforcements,  appeared  before  the  solemn  council  of  the  Five 
Nations.  Forty-two  stately  chiefs,  arrayed  in  robes  of  black 
squirrel  skin,  listened  to  him  and  received  his  presents.  "  The 
senators  of  Venice,"  wrote  Hennepin,  "  do  not  look  more  grave 


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or  speak  more  deliberately  than  the  counselors  of  the  Iroquois." 
La  Salle's  dexterity  won  their  permission  to  erect  a  fortified 
warehouse  at  the  mouth  of  the  Niagara  River  and  to  build  a 
ship  above  the  Falls.  This  was  a  triumph  over  the  Jesuits,  two 
of  whom  he  found  at  the  Iroquois  capital,  who  spared  no  effort 
to  thwart  his  proceeding. 

But  La  Salle's  enemies  were  just  beginning  to  show  their 
hand.  He  made  his  way  to  the  camp  on  the  Niagara  River, 
only  to  find  that  the  pilot,  to  whom  he  had  intrusted  the  nav- 
igation of  his  vessel,  laden  with  costly  supplies,  tools,  and 
materials  for  building  the  ship  above  the  Falls,  had  wrecked 
her  on  the  rocks,  and  of  all  her  precious  cargo  nothing  but  the 
anchors  and  cables  for  the  new  vessel  had  been  saved.  This 
disaster  was  appalling  and  irreparable,  and,  as  Hennepin  says, 
"would  have  made  any  one  but  La  Salle  give  up  the  enterprise." 
It  became  evident,  too,  that  others  of  his  party,  besides  the 
pilot,  had  been  tampered  with.  They  were  a  motley  crew  of 
French,  Flemings,  and  Italians,  quarrelsome,  discontented,  and 
insubordinate. 

La  Salle,  inflexible  and  silent,  ordered  an  advance.  Formed 
in  single  file,  every  man  heavih'  burdened  with  materials  and 
supplies  for  the  new  ship,  the  priest.  Hennepin,  with  his  altar  on 
his  back,  the  procession  stumbled  through  the  deep  snow,  and 
up  the  steep  heights  above  Lewiston.  Six  miles  above  the  Falls, 
in  spite  of  the  terrible  cold,  the  ship  was  begun.  Food  was 
scarce.  The  Iroquois  acted  suspiciously.  A  squaw  told  the 
French  that  they  intended  to  burn  the  vessel  on  the  stocks. 
No  corn  could  be  bought.  Leaving  the  energetic  Tonty  in  com- 
mand. La  Salle  returned  to  the  mouth  of  the  river,  marked  out 
the  foundations  for  the  new  fort,  and  then  set  out  on  foot,  with 
two  companions,  for  Fort  Frontenac,  two  hundred  and  fifty  miles 
away,  a  trip  made  necessary  by  the  loss  of  his  supply  vessel. 
It  was  a  bitter  February.  His  path  lay  through  the  country  of 
the  treacherous  Iroquois,  among  whom  the  Jesuits  were  intrigu- 
ing for  his  destruction.    For  food  he  had  a  small  bag  of  parched 


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corn.  Though  a  long  way  from  the  fort,  the  bag  was  growing 
very  light.  Their  rations  were  rednced  one-half.  This  did  not 
suffice.  They  again  reduced  them  one-half.  One  night  'they  ate 
the  last  handful.    Then  they  did  without  eating. 

La  Salle  arrived  at  the  fort  to  find  himself  ruined.  His 
enemies  had  circulated  reports  that  he  was  gone  on  a  hare- 
brained adventure.  Though  his  jiroperty  at  Fort  Frontenac  was 
ample  security  for  his  Canada  creditors,  they  had  seized  all 
his  property  of  furs,  ships,  and  corn,  wherever  found.  The 
blov7  was  terrific  and  beyond  remedy.  La  Salle  simply  hard- 
ened himself  to  the  shock.  If  any  thing,  his  step  was  more 
haughty,  and  his  mouth  more  stern.  But  he  could  not  allow 
his  foes  to  triumpli  by  giving  up  his  enterprise. 

In  August  he  reappeared  on  the  Niagara,  River.  He  had 
contrix  ed  to  get  a  few  supplies  in  spite  of  the  vigilance  of  his 
creditors,  and  he  brought  three  more  friars.  Though  he  hated 
Jesuitism,  lie  was  zealous  for  the  faith.  Tonty  had  long  since 
completed  the  Griffin^  as  the  new  ship  was  called.  It  swung 
easily  at  anchor,  so  near  the  shore  that  Hennepin  preached  from 
its  deck  to  the  Indians. 

On  the  seventh  day  of  August,  1679,  amid  the  chant  of  Te 
Deums  and  the  booming  of  cannon,  the  Griffin  spread  her  snowy 
canvas,  and  sped  out  over  the  blue  depths  of  Lake  Erie.  The 
first  few  days  were  lovely.  The  rippling  Avater  sparkled  in  the 
sunlight;  the  distant  shore  seemed  like  a  delicate  blue  penciling 
upon  the  cloudless  horizon ;  the  bulwarks  of  the  Griffin  were 
decorated  with  splendid  game.  On  up  the  Detroit  River  and 
Lake  St.  Clair  into  Lake  Huron,  which  spread  before  them  like 
a  sea,  the  voyagers  held  their  way.  Suddenly  a  terrific  storm 
arose.  The  vessel  shook  like  a  leaf  before  the  fury  of  the  bil- 
lows. La  Salle  and  his  company  cried  aloud  to  all  the  saints, 
some  one  of  whom  it  is  presumed  heard  their  cries,  as  the  storm 
passed  away  and  the  vessel  found  refuge  behind  Point  St. 
IgnacCo  La  Salle  lingered  here  at  the  Jesuit  mission  to  find 
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expected  to  have  the  expedition  proceed  from  this  point  in 
canoesj  while  he  returned  in  the  Griffin  with  a  cargo  of  furs  to 
appease  his  creditors.  Such  signs  of  disloyalty  appeared  that 
he  sent  the  Griffin  back  without  him.  It  proved  to  be  a  most 
disastrous  determination. 

The  fleet  of  deep-laden  canoes  were  soon  caught  in  another 
storm.  With  great  difficulty  and  danger  the  explorers  reached 
the  shore,  where  they  remained  a  week,  drenched  by  incessant 
sleet  and  rain.  As  the  tempest  raged  on  the  lake,  La  Salle 
trembled  for  the  Griffin.  Though  sorely  pressed  for  food,  he 
dared  not  camp  near  Indians,  for  fear  some  of  his  men  would 
steal  his  goods  and  desert  to  them.  The  hardships  were  intol- 
erable. Overhead  great  rain  clouds  swept  across  the  sky; 
beneath  raged  an  angry  turmoil  of  tossing  waves.  At  night 
the  heavy  canoes  had  to  be  dragged  by  the  exhausted  and 
hungry  men  through  the  breakers  and  up  the  steep  shores.  One 
morning  foot-prints  were  seen  in  the  soft  mud  and  a  coat  was 
missing.  La  Salle  knew  that  the  theft  must  be  punished.  A 
stray  Indian  was  made  prisoner,  and  La  Salle  went  to  his  peo- 
ple and  told  them  he  would  be  killed  unless  the  coat  was 
returned.  This  was  embarrassing.  The  coat  had  been  cut  up 
and  divided  among  the  Indians.  It  was  a  fight  or  a  compro- 
mise.   The  latter  was  effected  by  paying  for  the  coat  in  corn. 

La  Salle  made  his  way  to  the  mouth  of  the  St.  Joseph 
River.  Here  he  was  to  meet  Tonty,  coming  along  the  east  shore 
of  the  lake  from  Michillimackinac.  The  spot  was  wrapped  in 
its  primeval  solitude.  To  wait  for  Tonty  was  dangerous.  Win- 
ter was  setting  in ;  the  men  were  restless ;  yet  La  Salle  said  he 
would  wait,  if  it  was  by  himself.  In  three  weeks  Tonty  arrived. 
One  of  his  canoes  with  guns,  baggage  and  provisions  had  been 
swamped.  Part  of  his  men  had  deserted.  For  many  days  their 
only  food  had  been  acorns.  It  w^as  time  for  the  Griffin  to  have 
made  her  trip  to  Niagara  and  back  again.  Day  after  day 
La  Salle  scanned  the  horizon,  with  anxious  eye.  No  sail  ap- 
peared.  To  delay  longer  was  impossible.   Two  men  were  sent  to 


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meet  it,  while  the  remainder,  thirty^three  in  all,  began  to  force 
their  canoes  up  the  St.  Joseph  River.  They  looked  eagerly  for 
the  trail  which  led  to  the  great  village  of  the  Illinois.  Nowhere 
could  it  be  found.  La  Salle  went  ashore  to  search  for  it.  Night 
came  with  thick  falling  snow,  but  La  Salle  returned  not.  The 
suspense  of  the  party  was  intolerable.  It  was  four  o'clock  the 
next  day  before  he  came  in  sight.  He  had  lost  his  way. 
In  the  night  he  saw  the  gleam  of  a  fire  through  the  forest. 
Hastening  to  it,  he  found,  not  his  camp,  but  a  spot  warm  from 
the  body  of  a  man  who  had  evidently  fled.  Calling  loudly  and 
getting  no  answer,  La  Salle  coolly  lay  down  and  slept  till  morn- 
ing. On  his  return  he  was  greatly  exhausted  from  his  exposure, 
and  slept  in  a  hut  close  to  the  camp-fire.  During  the  night 
the  hut  caught  fire,  and  he  narrowly  escaped  the  flames. 

When  at  last  the  Illinois  trail  was  found,  the  party  shoul- 
dered canoes  and  baggage  for  the  tramp.  One  of  the  men, 
enraged  at  his  hardships,  raised  his  gun  to  shoot  La  Salle 
through  the  back,  but  was  prevented  from  doing  so.  The  great 
Indian  town  'of  five  hundred  enormous  lodges  was  reached,  but 
every  wigwam  was  silent  and  empty ;  and  the  ashes  of  every 
camp-fire  cold.  The  people  were  absent  on  their  great  hunt. 
Abundant  stores  of  corn  were  found,  but  it  was  a  terrible 
ofi'ense  to  touch  it.  La  Salle  felt  that  he  must  have  the  friend- 
ship of  the  Indians  at  any  cost.  The  Jesuit  emissaries  were 
busy  among  the  Iroquois,  inciting  them  to  make  war  on  the 
distant  Illinois,  hoping  by  this  means  that  La  Salle  and  his  for- 
lorn companions  might  be  massacred,  or  at  least  forced  to  aban- 
don their  enterprise.  One  morning,  as  the  little  flotilla  of  canoes 
drifted  down  the  Illinois  River,  the  Indians  of  the  deserted  vil- 
lage came  in  sight.  They  received  the  strangers  as  friends, 
providing  food,  and  rubbing  their  feet  with  bear's  grease.  La 
Salle  made  them  a  speech,  told  them  he  came  to  protect  them 
against  the  Iroquois,  and  intended  to  build  a  great  wooden 
canoe  with  which  to  descend  the  Mississippi  and  bring  them  the 
merchandise  they  so  much  w^anted. 


MARQUETTE  AXD  JOLIET  PREACHING. 


100  THt)  TRIALS  OF  LA  8ALLE. 

One  would  think  that  La,  Salle,  in  this  wilderness,  far  remote 
from  the  dwellings  of  men,  would  have  been  free  from  the  pur- 
suit of  his  enemies.  Not  so.  Hate,  like  love,  laughs  at  dis- 
tance and  difficulties.  That  very  night  a  Jesuit  emissary 
reached  the  Indian  camp.  A  secret  nocturnal  council  was  held. 
The  stranger  warned  the  Illinois  that  La  Salle  was  their  enemy, 
an  Iroquois  sp}^,  soon  to  be  followed  by  the  Iroquois  themselves 
in  all  their  blood-thirstiness.  After  this  speech  he  disappeared 
in  the  forest.  In  the  morning  La  Salle  noticed  the  change  in 
his  hosts.  Distrust  and  malignity  were  depicted  on  every 
savage  face.  Adroitly  learning  the  facts  from  an  Indian  to  whom 
he  had  given  a  hatchet,  he  made  a  bold  speech,  denying  the 
slander,  and  challenging  them  to  set  him  face  to  face  with  his 
traducer.  The  speech  restored  general  confidence.  If  oratory 
is  the  art  of  persuading  men  and  swaying  an  audience.  La 
Salle  was  a  great  orator. 

One  morning.  La  Salle  found  six  of  his  men,  including  two 
of  his  best  shipbuilders,  had  deserted.  It  cut  him  to  the 
quick.  But  this  was  not  all.  A  treacherous  hand  again  placed 
poison  in  his  food.  His  life  hung  in  the  balance  for  hours,  but 
an  antidote  given  by  the  faithful  Tonty  turned  the  wavering 
scale.  Worse  than  all,  it  was  evident  that  the  Griffin,  the  main 
stay  of  the  whole  enterprise,  was  lost.  Nothing  was  ever  heard 
of  her  again.  Two  men  sent  to  search  for  her,  reported  that 
they  had  made  the  circuit  of  the  lakes  and  found  her  not.  La 
Salle  afterwards  found  evidence  of  her  having  been  deliberately 
sunk  by  the  pilot,  at  the  instance  of  his  enemies.  The  loss  of 
the  Griffin  was  the  severest  blow  yet.  She  carried  anchors, 
cables,  and  equipmeni  for  the  new  boat  he  was  to  build  on  the 
Mississippi,  as  well  as  costly  supplies.  The  mountain  of  dis- 
asters was  enough  to  break  a  heart  of  stone. 

Did  La  Salle  give  up?  No!  He  mocked  at  despair,  and 
instead  of  yielding,  built  a  strong  permanent  fort,  which  he 
called  Fort  Crevecoeur,  or  "Broken-hearted,''  in  very  irony  at 
his  misfortunes.     He  also  commenced  the  great  task  of  building 


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a  fortj-ton  ship  for  the  river.  Trees  had  to  be  felled  and 
laboriously  sawed  into  plank  by  hand.  Yet  in  six  weeks  the 
hull  was  completed  by  men  who  were  not  carpenters.  La  Salle 
induced  Father  Hennepin  to  give  up  his  preaching,  and  render 
some  reluctant  service  by  exploring  the  Illinois  Eiver  to  its 
mouth.  Hennepin,  who  was  a  great  boaster  but  poor  worker, 
tried  to  shirk  the  enterprise,  but  at  last,  with  two  companions 
and  a  canoe  well  filled  with  hatchets,  beads,  and  other  presents 
for  the  Indians,  supplied  at  La  Salle's  own  cost,  started  on 
his  trip.  He  descended  the  Illinois  to  its  mouth,  and  then 
ascended  the  Mississippi,  was  taken  prisoner  by  the  Sioux,  and 
after  many  adventures  nmde  his  way  back  to  Montreal,  and 
thence  to  Europe.  He  at  once  published  an  account  of  his 
travels,  laying  no  claim  to  having  discovered  the  mouth  of  the 
Mississippi.  Fifteen  years  later.  La  Salle  being  long  since 
dead,  Hennepin  rivaled  our  friend  Captain  John  Smith  by  pub- 
lishing a  new  story  of  his  travels,  in  which  he  claims  to  have 
traversed  the  entire  Mississippi,  and  thus  anticipated  La  Salle 
in  his  chief  work.  The  falsehoods  and  exaggerations  of  the 
book  have  long  since  been  exposed. 

La  Salle's  exploration  could  advance  no  farther  until  the 
precious  articles  for  the  new  ship,  lost  in  the  Griffin,  could  be 
replaced.  The  expedition  was  eating  itself  up  with  expense. 
Its  chief  determined  to  make  his  way  on  foot  through  the  vast 
and  gloomy  wildernesses  Avhich  lay  between  him  and  Montreal, 
in  one  last  effort  to  replace  the  loss.  It  was  equal  to  one  of 
the  labors  of  Hercules — a  journey  of  twelve  hundred  miles, 
through  a  country  which  was  the  perpetual  battle-ground  of 
hostile  and  cruel  savages,  without  food,  sleeping  on  the  open 
ground,  watching  by  night  and  marching  by  day,  carrying  a 
heavy  load  of  blanket,  gun,  ammunition,  hatchet,  kettle  and 
a  sack  of  parched  corn.  Sometimes  pushing  through  thickets, 
sometimes  climxbing  rocks  covered  with  ice  and  snow,  with 
clothing  constantly  wet  from  swimming  a  dozen  rivers  a  day, 
and  wading  for  liours  at  a  time  waist  or  even  neck  deep  iu 


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marshes,  exposed  continually  to  attack  from  ravenous  beasts, 
and  to  a  thousand  other  hardships,  toils,  and  dangers.  In  all 
the  journey  there  was  not  a  gleam  of  light  from  a  single  cabin 
window  to  welcome  the  weary  travelers  at  night-fall,  not  a 
white  man's  face  to  cheer  them  amid  the  frightful  and  gloomy 
solitudes  of  unending  forests. 

La  Salle's  companions  were  a  Mohegan  hunter,  who  had 
followed  him  with  ceaseless  fidelity,  and  four  Frenchmen.  Two 
of  the  latter  left  the  party  at  the  point  nearest  Michillimackinac. 
The  terrible  exposures  impaired  the  health  of  the  party.  The 
Mohegan  and  one  Frenchmen  were  taken  ill,  and  were  spitting 
blood.  This  left  La  Salle  and  one  man  in  health.  They  had 
to  provide  for  the  additional  burden  of  the  sick  men. 

But  we  may  not  linger  over  the  tragic  story.  After  sixty- 
five  days  of  unparalleled  sufferings,  the  stone  bastions  of  Fort 
Frontenac  rose  before  their  weary  eyes.  The  unconquerable  will 
and  iron  frame  of  La  Salle,  who  had  been  reared  in  delicate 
luxury,  a  scholar,  whose  career  had  been  marked  out  to  be  that 
of  a  gentle  parish  priest  for  some  rural  flock  in  France,  had 
achieved  the  impossible. 

Poor  La  Salle  had  reached  his  goal,  but  his  long  journey 
had  but  brought  him  to  new  grief.  It  is  almost  too  cruel  to 
record.  Within  a  week  he  had,  by  extraordinary  'effort,  in 
spite  of  his  bankruptcy  and  misfortunes,  collected  the  needed 
supplies.  He  was  on  the  point  of  setting  out  on  the  return 
trip  to  his  forlorn  colony  on  the  Illinois,  when  two  messengers 
from  Fort  Crevecoeur  arrived  with  a  letter  from  Tonty.  He 
reported  to  his  stricken  chief  that,  after  his  departure,  the  men 
had  mutinied,  blown  up  the  fort,  plundered  its  stores,  throwing 
into  the  river  all  tlu^y  could  not  carry  off,  and  then  deserted. 
All  was  lost.  His  mighty  effort  was  spent.  Yet  he  gave  not  an 
hour  to  his  grief.  Whatever  was  the  inward  conflict,  no  human 
eye  could  pierce  beneath  the  iron  mask  of  his  features.  He 
chose  nine  trusty  and  well-armed  men  and  went  to  meet  the 
mutineers.    Two  canoes  surrendered  at  once.    The  third  showed 


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fight.  Two  of  the  villains  were  killed.  The  remainder  were 
safely  lodged  in  the  dungeon  of  the  fort,  to  await  the  coming 
of  Count  Frontenac.  La  Salle's  enemies  used  the  killing  of  the 
two  mutineers  as  a  basis  for  a  charge  of  murder. 

After  all  his  toil,  the  mighty  dream  of  the  interior  empire 
seemed  wrecked  forever.  But  La  Salle  was  incapable  of  retreat. 
He  seemed  impelled  by  an_  inward  force,  as  resistless  as  his  fate 
was  remorseless.  On  the  10th  of  August,  1680,  he  embarked 
again  with  his  succor  for  Tonty.  If  the  latter  could  keep  his 
foothold  on  the  Illinois,  success  might  yet  be  wrested  from 
adversity.  Through  Lakes  Ontario,  Erie,  Huron,  and  Michigan, 
up  the  St.  Joseph  River,  and  down  the  Kankakee,  he  once 
more  took  his  way.  At  every  step  he  found  the  Indians 
prejudiced  against  him  by  the  Jesuits. 

When,  at  last,  they  drew  near  the  meadows  on  which  had 
stood  the  great  village  of  the  Illinois,  with  its  population  of 
eight  thousand  souls,  their  horror-stricken  gaze  met  a  scene  of 
utter  desolation.  Where  once  w^as  heard  the  busy  hum  of 
human  life,  no  sound,  save  their  own  footsteps,  broke  a  silence 
as  of  the  grave.  The  plain  was  covered  with  heaps  of  ashes 
and  charred  poles.  Hundreds  of  human  bodies,  hideous  souve- 
nirs of  battle,  half-eaten  by  wolves  and  birds  of  prey,  filled  the 
air  with  pollution.  With  but  one  thought.  La  Salle  searched 
the  blackened  and  bloody  field  of  death,  with  sleepless  anxiety, 
for  traces  of  the  fate  of  Tonty.  That  the  Iroquois  had  wrought 
the  work  of  ruin  was  clear.  That  Tonty  had  been  burned 
alive,  or  taken  prisoner,  he  thought  he  read  in  some  charcoal 
drawings  on  some  stakes.  Taking  four  men  with  him,  La  Salle 
pushed  on  to  Fort  Crevecoeur.  Hope  was  dead  in  his  breast, 
and  dark  despair  floated  on  raven  plume,  like  a  bird  of  ill-omen, 
in  ever-narrowing  circles  above  his  dauntless  form. 

The  fort  Avas  destroyed.  On  the  stocks  stood  the  hull  of 
the  half-finished  vessel,  with  every  nail  and  spike  withdrawn. 
In  charcoal  letters  La  Salle  read,  "  Nous  somrnes  tons  sauvages : 
ce  15,  1680,"  inscription  by  the  mutineers.    Even  here  he  found 


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THE  TRIALS  OF  LA  SALLE. 


bodies  lashed  to  stakes  and  half-consumed  by  the  torturing 
flames.  Down  the  Illinois  he  floated,  till  he  saw  before  his 
eyes  the  mighty  river  of  the  Mississippi.  It  was  the  source 
and  object  of  all  his  vast  ambitions  and  incomparable  efforts. 
But  its  charms  were  unheeded  by  his  anxious  eye.  No  trace 
of  Tonty  could  be  found. 

Tonty,  after  the  mutiny,  lived  in  the  Illinois  village,  a  weak, 
■  one-handed  soldier  of  fortune,  yet,  withal,  a  courtly  gentleman, 
amid  his  savage  companions;  one  who  would  have  graced  any 
court  in  Europe.  One  evening  word  was  brought  that  the  Iro- 
quois were  coming.  The  same  messenger  said  La  Salle  was  with 
them ;  hence,  Tonty  must  be  a  traitor.  The  excited  savages 
threw  his  precious  forge  and  tools  into  the  river.  He  was  in 
the  utmost  peril.  All  night  the  warriors  sang,  danced,  painted 
their  bodies,  and  worked  themselves  into  a  frenzy  to  raise  their 
courage.  Tonty  resorted  to  a  desperate  expedient.  He  went 
unarmed  into  the  Iroquois  camp,  bearing  a  belt  of  wampum. 

By  exaggerating  the  numbers  of  the  Illinois  and  threat- 
ening future  vengeance  from  the  French,  he  patched  up  a  peace. 
Scarcely  was  it  made  before  being  broken.  In  six  days  the 
Iroquois  chieftains  summoned  Tonty  to  meet  them.  An  orator 
presented  him  with  six  packs  of  beaver  skins.  The  first  two, 
he  said,  signified  that  the  children  of  Frontenac,  that  is,  the 
Illinois,  should  not  be  eaten;  the  next  was  a  plaster  to  heal 
Tonty's  wound ;  the  next  was  oil  to  anoint  himself,  that  he 
might  not  be  fatigued  in  traveling ;  the  fifth  signified  that  the 
sun  was  bright;  the  sixth  required  him  to  pack  up  and  go  back 
to  Canada  forthwith.  Sadly  he  called  his  five  faithful  compan- 
ions together  and  started  on  foot  for  Green  Bay  Mission. 

La  Salle,  failing  to  find  his  friend,  retraced  his  steps  to  the 
fort  on  the  St.  Joseph  River.  Here  he  located  for  the  winter. 
Instead  of  being  crushed  by  the  cruel  aggregation  of  disasters 
and  defeats,  he  modified  his  plans  and  mapped  out  in  his  own 
secretive  mind  a  new  plan  for  the  pursuit  of  the  great  enter- 
prise^  from  which  he  never  took  his  eye.    His  notion  was  tg 


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induce  the  Western  tribes  of  Indians  to  unite  in  a  defensive 
league  against  the  Iroquois,  with  himself  at  its  head.  He 
worked  incessantly,  traveling  far  and  near.  As  has  been  said, 
he  was  a  great  orator  with  the  Indians.  He  punctuated  his 
sentences  with  presents  of  hatchets  and  kettles,  and  emphasized 
his  words  w^ith  red  blankets.  Such  eloquence  was  irresistible. 
Besides,  the  Indian  knows  a  hero  by  instinct.  He  recognizes  a 
true  leader  at  sight.  Everywhere  the  Indians  from  innumer- 
able tribes  lent  their  aid  to  the  enterprise.  La  Salle  was  to 
protect  them  against  the  Iroquois,  and  French  traders  were  to 
bring  to  them  all  the  articles  the}'  needed,  in  ships  which  would 
sail  up  the  Mississippi. 

Things  looked  promising.  To  discover  the  mouth  of  the 
Mississippi  was  of  the  first  importance.  For  this  a  trip  to  Can- 
ada was  again  necessary.  On  his  way  back.  La  Salle,  to  his 
infinite  joy,  found  Tonty  at  Michillimackinac.  Each  told  his 
tale  of  disaster.  The  new  scheme  and  its  signs  of  promise 
were  laid  before  Tonty.  Arrived  at  Montreal,  La  Salle  made  a 
last  effort  to  appease  his  creditors  and  procure  a  new  equipment. 
Once  more  he  set  out  for  the  Illinois,  by  the  same  dreary  route, 
so  full  of  suggestions  of  wasted  wealth,  disappointed  ambitions, 
and  fruitless  toil.  The  past  was  a  failure.  Would  the  future 
prove  brighter  ?  , 

The  plan  of  building  a  large  vessel  for  the  journey  down 
the  Mississippi,  if  consummated,  would  have  enabled  La  Salle  to 
gather  quantities  of  furs,  and  pay  the  cost  of  the  expedition. 
Disaster  had  forced  him  to  abandon  the  plan  and  the  trip  was 
made  in  canoes.  The  Indians  along  the  river  proved  to  be 
friendly,  intelligent,  and  polite.  Concerning  the  Arkansas  tribe, 
one  of  the  party  w'rites :  "  They  are  gay,  civil,  and  free-hearted. 
The  young  men,  though  alert  and  spirited,  are  so  modest  that 
not  one  of  them  would  take  the  liberty  to  enter  our  hut,  but  all 
stood  quietly  at  the  door.  We  greatly  admired  their  form  and 
beauty.  We  did  not  lose  the  value  of  a  pin  while  among  them." 
At  the  principal  town  of  the  Taensas,  the  travelers  were  dum- 


THE  TRIALS  OF  LA  SALLE. 


founded  to  find  large  square  dwellings,  built  of  mud,  straw,  and 
cane,  arched  over  with  dome-shaped  roofs. 

In  one  of  these  buildings,  in  a  room  forty  feet  square,  sat 
the  king  on  ;i  chair  of  state ;  three  wives  we)-e  at  his  side,  and 
ranged  around  him  sat  sixty  old  men,  wrapped  in  white  cloaks, 
woven  of  mulberry  bark.  When  he  spoke  his  wives  howled. 
His  death  would  be  celebrated  with  the  death  of  one  hundre<l 
victims.  Another  building  formed  the  temple.  In  the  center 
was  an  altar  on  which  burned  a  perpetual  fire.  Around  the 
room  were  ranged  long  rows  of  grinning  skulls  from  the  victims 
sacrificed  to  the  Sun.  The  king  was  frightfully  solemn.  No 
smile  had  ever  flitted  across  his  cast-iron  countenance.  But  if 
he  failed  to  appreciate  a  joke,  he  liked  presents  and  visited  La 
Salle  at  his  camp.  On  this  important  occasion  the  solemn  old 
savage  advanced  in  his  wdiite  robes,  preceded  by  two  men  with 
large  white  fans,  while  a  third  bore  an  enormous  disc  of  burn- 
ished copper,  representing  the  Sun,  which  was  the  king's  ances- 
tor. At  each  spot  that  he  visited,  La  Salle  erected  a  cross  with 
the  arms  of  France,  as  an  emblem  of  her  dominion. 

On  the  6th  of  April  they  reached  a  point  where  the  river 
divided  into  three  channels.  It  was  the  Delta.  It  was  not 
long  till  the  heavy  current  bore  the  voyagers  out  into  the 
lonely  gulf.  For  a  thousand  years  its  tossing  waves  had  in 
that  mighty  solitude  striven  to  rise  above  themselves  ;  for  a 
thousand  years  they  had  fallen  back,  broken  and  sullen,  to 
their  own  level — fit  emblems  of  human  ambition.  Gathering 
on  the  shore,  the  little  group  of  weather-beaten  men  erected  a 
column  and  a  cross,  wdth  the  insignia  of  the  French  people. 
Then  La  Salle  proclaimed  aloud  the  French  dominion. 

"On  that  day."  says  Francis  Parkman,  ''the  realm  of  France 
received  on  parchment  a  stupendous  accession.  The  fertile 
plains  of  Texas;  the  vast  basin  of  the  Mississippi,  from  its 
frozen  northern  springs  to  the  sultry  borders  of  the  gulf; 
from  the  woody  ridges  of  the  Allegh'anies  to  the  bare  peaks  of 
the  Rocky  Mountains — a  region  of  savannahs  and  forests,  sun- 


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erts,  and  grass}^  prairies,  watered  by  a  thousand  rivers,  ranged 
by  a  thousand  warlike  tribes,  passed  beneath  the  scepter  of  the 
sultan  of  Versailles ;  and  all  by  virtue  of  a.  feeble  human  voice 
inaudible  at  half  a  mile.'' 

The  new  domain  was  called  Louisiana,  in  honor  of  its  king. 
Henceforth  the  name  of  La  Salle  w^as  a  part  of  history.  But 
his  labors  were  only  begun.  Impatiently  he  urged  his  little 
fleet  of  canoes  upward  against  the  heavy  current.  His  way 
seemed  clear  now  for  the  execution  of  his  original  plan,  to  aban- 
don the  difficult  and  roundabout  route  through  frozen  Canada, 
the  great  lakes  and  the  Kankakee  swampvs,  to  plant  a  fort  at  the 
mouth  of  the  Mississippi,  and  thus  monopolize  the  magnificent 
natural  pathway  to  the  interior  of  the  continent.  On  his  way 
back.  La  Salle  was  stricken  down  with  a  deadly  fever.  Against 
this  foe  his  stubborn  will  was  powerless.  He  could  not  proceed 
to  Canada  to  announce  his  discovery,  nor  to  France  to  raise 
means  for  carrying  out  his  splendid  plans,  nor  even  to  the  Illinois 
to  commence  his  fort.  While  La  Salle  lay  in  a  hut  on  the 
banks  of  the  Mississippi  the  fever  of  ambition  and  impatience 
uniting  with  that  of  disease,  Tonty  pressed  on  to  Canada  with 
the  glorious  news  of  the  discovery. 

By  December  Tonty  and  La  Salle  were  once  more  together 
on  the  Illinois  Kiver,  busy  with  perfecting  the  great  Indian 
league.  Overhanging  the  river,  La  Salle  had  previously  noticed 
a  great  rock,  one  hundred  and  twenty-five  feet  high,  inaccessible 
on  all  sides  except  by  a  difficult  footpath  in  the  rear.  Its  top 
was  about  an  acre  in  extent.  This  rock,  properly  fortified,  could 
be  defended  by  a  score  of  men  against  hosts  of  savages.  It  is 
now  called  '^Starved  Eock."  It  is  six  miles  below  the  town  of 
Ottawa,  Illinois.  On  the  top  of  this  rock  La  Salle  and  Tonty 
made  a  clearing,  and  built  a  palisade,  lodges,  storehouses'.  It 
was  named  Fort  St.  Louis. 

The  league  grew  and  strengthened.  Every  day  brought 
re-enforcements.  Around  the  fort  a  hundred  tribes  took  up  their 
dwelling,  inspired  with  the  idea  of  being  protected  by  La  Salle 


THE  TRIALS  OF  LA  SALLE.  -^^gg 

fi-om  the  terrible  Iroquois.  They  came  from  the  Kanl^aliee,  from 
the  Ohio,  even  from  Maine.  Among  the  promiscuous  throng  of 
lodges  were  those  of  some  discomfited  warriors  of  Philip  of 
3Iount  Hope,  Avho  had  for  a  while  spread  terror  and  despair 
through  the  Puritan  settlements  of  Xew  England.  La  Salle's 
diplomacy  had  achieved  a  wonderful  success.  Twenty  thousand 
savages  planted  their  wigwams  upon  the  plains,  over  which  he 
looked  from  his  castle  in  the  air. 

Of  all  men  the  Indian  is  the  most  unstable.  La  Salle  under- 
stood the  Indian  character  thoroughly.  His  mushroom  colony 
could  only  live  by  his  fulfilling  his  promises  to  protect  it  fr-om 
the  Iroquois,  and  bring  Frenchmen  to  exchange  commodities  for 
their  furs.  To  achieve  these  things  he  needed  help.  Fron- 
tenac  was  no  longer  governor  of  Canada.  His  successor,  La 
Barre,  belonged  to  the  i>olitical  faction  composed  of  La  Salle's 
enemies.  These  last  were  not  asleep.  The  news  of  his  discov- 
ery and  his  mammoth  Indian  town  teased  their  jealousy  and 
hate  into  a  perfect  frenzy.  Their  emissaries  worked  incessantly 
to  induce  the  Iroquois  to  make  war  and  destroy  La  Salle,  who, 
they  said,  was  combining  the  western  Indians  against  the  Five 
Nations.  On  the  other  hand,  they  spread  rumors  through  the 
excitable  throngs  around  Fort  St.  Louis  that  La  Salle  was  keep- 
ing them  there  for  the  Iroquois  to  destroy  them  all  at  once. 
Reports  were  frequent  that  the  Iroquois  were  coming. 

La  Salle's  situation  was  full  of  peril.  He  dared  not  leave 
Fort  St.  Louis  to  carry  out  his  plans  for  traffic  on  the  Missis- 
sippi, for  if  an  attack  should  be  made  in  his  absence  he  would 
be  denounced  as  the  instigator  of  the  Iroquois  war.  Yet  the 
necessity  for  his  departure  grew  stronger  each  day.  Xo  one 
but  he  could  arrange  to  build  the  fort  at  the  mouth  of  the  Mis- 
sissippi, and  bring  vessels  from  France  laden  with  articles  of 
traffic  for  his  savage  allies.  To  meet  the  emergency,  he  sent 
letters  to  France,  imploring  a>ssistance.  They  were  never  heard 
from.  He  begged  La  Barre  to  send  him  supplies  and  re-enforce- 
ments.     Xo  answers  were  ever  received.     He  weakened  his 


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little  colony  by  .sending  messengers  to  Montreal  to  procure 
supplies  and  bring  them  by  canoes.  The  m_essengers  were 
plundered  of  their  cargoes  by  the  Canadian  governor  and 
thrown  into  prison.  La  Salle,  in  the  depths  of  the  wilderness, 
was  unaware  of  the  governor's  enmity.  Again  and  again  he 
wrote,  describing  the  situation,  and  imploring  that  his  men 
might  be  allowed  to  return  with  supplies.  The  only  response 
was  angry  letters  from  his  creditors,  accusing  him  of  every 
crime  under  heaven.  There  remained  but  a  hundred  pounds  of 
powder  in  the  fort.  Should  the  Iroquois  come,  strong  resistance 
was  impossible. 

On  receipt  of  La  Halle's  letters.  La  Barre  wrote  to  the 
government  of  France  that  La  Salle  was  a  crack-brained  adven- 
turer, bent  on  involving  the  Canadian  colonies  in  a  war  with 
the  Iroquois;  that  ho  h;id  set  himself  up  as  king;  that  he  had 
robbed  his  creditors  only  to  waste  the  ill-gotten  gain  in  riotous 
living  and  in  debauching  the  Indians ;  that  so  far  from  serving 
the  king,  his  sole  object  was  private  gain.  These  slanders 
reached  the  nlark.  The  king  wrot^  back  that  ''  the  discovery 
of  La  Salle  is  utterly  useless,  and  such  enterprises  should,  in 
the  future,  be  prevented."  What  a  prophet  was  Louis  XIV 
concerning  the  future  of  America !  Had  he  but  known  bet- 
ter, his  New "  France  was  most  speedily  to  far  surpass  his 
"Old"  France.  La  Barre,  emboldened  by  the  king's  letter, 
seized  all  of  La  Salle's  propert}^,  declared  his  privileges  for- 
feited, and  dispatched  an  officer  to  supersede  him  at  Fort 
St.  Louis.  He  found  only  Tonty.  La  Salle  had  started  for 
France. 

It  was  an  opportune  moment  for  La  Salle  when  he  appeared 
before  the  gold  and  ivory  chair  of  state  in  which  sat  the  small 
specimen  of  humanity,  in  high-heeled  shoes  and  gaudy  attire, 
who  represented  the  sovereignty  of  France.  A  war  with  Spain 
was  in  progress.  La  Salle  was  smart.  His  great  object  was 
to  get  a  fort  and  colony  on  the  Mississippi.  Instead  of  dwell- 
ing on  its  use  in  (controlling  and  developing  traffic  with  the  vast 


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Ill 


interior,  he  held  out  the  more  glittering,  but  far  less  substantial, 
allurement  that  such  a  fort  would  be  a  basis  for  a  descent  on 
Mexico  and  the  Spanish  dominion.  His  geographical  notions 
were  wrong.  Mexico  was  much  farther  off  than  he  thought. 
But  the  king  knew  no  better.  The  idea  of  wresting  Mexico, 
with  its  rich  mines  of  silver  and  gold  from  the  indolent  Span- 
iards w^ho  guarded  it,  caught  his  eye.  Feeling  exerts  a  power- 
ful influence  on  conduct.  He  hated  Spain.  Any  plan  to  hurt 
her  was  grateful  to  him. 

So  La  Salle  was  granted  more  than  he  asked.  La  Forest, 
La  Salle's  lieutenant,  was  dispatched  to  Canada  with  a  royal 
reprimand  for  La  Barre.  He  was  also  to  resume  possession 
of  Fort  Frontenac  and  Fort  St.  Louis.  He  was  further  ordered 
to  march  the  four  thousand  warriors  at  the  latter  place,  to  the 
mouth  of  the  Mississippi,  to  co-operate  with  La  Salle  in  an 
invasion  of  Mexico.  When  his  lieutenant  received  this  latter 
order  from  La  Salle,  the  latter  must  have  nearly  burst  with 
inward  laughter.  It  is  the  solitary  joke  in  his  stern  career. 
It  gives  him  a  rank  among  the  funny  men  of  all  ages.  Gulli- 
ver's exploits  are  nothing  in  comparison  with  marching  four 
thousand  wild  Indians,  as  unstable  as  water,  belonging  to  a  hun- 
dred wandering  tribes,  two  thousand  miles  from  their  hunting- 
grounds;  their  women  and  children  left  behind  at  the  mercy 
of  savage  foes  ;  their  numbers  so  great  that,  without  any  pro- 
vision for  supplies,  they  must  starve  on  the  way ;  with  no  arms 
but  bows  and  arrows,  and  no  object  but  to  invade  a  country  of 
which  they  had  never  heard.  But  the  wise  simpleton  of  Ver- 
sailles saw  nothing  of  the  joke.  What  could  be  more  natural? 
The  idea  delighted  him.  He  gave  La  Salle  four  ships  instead 
of  one.    Of  these  the  Joly  was  the  largest. 

A  hundred  soldiers,  thirty  gentlemen,  a  number  of  mechan- 
ics, besides  the  wives  of  some  and  a  few  girls  who  saw  a  cer- 
tain prospect  of  matrimony,  embarked  on  this  last  expedition 
of  Robert  Cavalier  De  La  Salle.  The  command  was  divided. 
Beaujeu,  a  high-tempered,  but  old  and  experienced  naval  officer, 


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was  to  command  the  ships  at  sea ;  La  Salle  was  to  have  entire 
control  on  land.  This  two-headed  arrangement  gave  rise  to  no 
end  of  trouble.  La  Salle,  always  suspicious  and  secretive, 
found  out  that  Beaujeu's  wife  was  devoted  to  the  Jesuits. 
His  cold,  impenetrable  manner,  confiding  in  none,  counseling 
with  none,  haughty  and  reserved,  would  have  exasperated  a 
far  less  testy  and  excitable  man  than  old  Beaujeu.  As  it 
was,  La  Salle's  colleague  sputtered  over  with  fury.  Before 
they  were  out  of  the  harbor,  La  Salle  believed  that  Beaujeu 
was  a  traitor,  in  connivance  with  his  enemies  to  ruin  the  expe- 
dition. Old  Beaujeu,  on  his  part,  was  furious  that  he,  an 
experienced  naval  officer  of  high  rank,  should  divide  command 
with  a  man  who  has  no  experience  of  war  except  with  sav- 
ages, who  has  no  rank,  and  7iever  commanded  any  hody  hut  school- 
hoys  " — a  thrust  at  La  Salle's  school-teaching  days,  when  he  was 
wdth  the  Jesuits.  Beaujeu  wrote  letters  continually  to  the 
government,  complaining  of  his  ignominy.  To  these  ebullitions 
of  age,  vanity,  and  temper  the  answers  were  curt  enough. 

The  two  leaders  quarreled — about  the  stowage  of  the  cargo, 
about  the  amount  of  provision  to  be  taken  on  board,  about  the 
destination  of  the  expedition.  Beaujeu  believed  that  La  Salle 
was  not  a  sane  man.  It  is  not  impossible  that  his  terrible 
exposures  and  sufferings,  his  ceaseless  struggles  .with  his  cred- 
itors and  enemies,  his  crushing  disappointments  had  affected 
the  poise  of  La  Salle's  mind.  His  universal  distrust  included 
even  the  faithful  Tonty.  On  July  24,  1684,  the  little  fleet 
spread  its  canvas.  On  the  fourth  day  out  the  Joly  broke 
a  bowsprit.  La  Salle  believed  it  to  have  happened  by  design. 
The  ships  put  back  to  Rochelle  to  repair  the  damage. 

The  wretched  voyage  lasted  two  months.  La  Salle  was  in 
miserable  health.  The  disagreements  between  him  and  Beau- 
jeu grew  continually  worse.  La  Salle  desired  to  put  in  at  Port 
de  Paix.  Here  he  was  to  receive  supplies  and  information  from 
the  French  governor,  who  had  orders  to  render  all  possible  assist- 
ance to  the  expedition-    Beaujeu,  boiling  with  rage,  managed  to 


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run  by  the  place  at  night  and  insisted  on  landing  at  a  different 
place,  Petit  Gouare.  No  supplies  were  to  be  had  here.  Many 
of  the  men  were  sick  from  the  intense  heat  and  close  confinement 
on  shipboard.  The  smallest  vessel,  the  one  laden  with  stores, 
tools,  and  ammunition,  had  fallen  behind.  Two  days  passed,  and 
instead  of  her  arrival,  word  was  brought  that  she  had  been  cap- 
tured by  pirates.  The  blow  was  terrific,  and  could  not  have 
fallen,  had  Beaujeu  put  in  at  Port  de  Paix.  La  Salle,  eaten 
up  with  anxiety,  became  dangerously  ill  and  delirious.  In  the 
extremity,  Joutel,  a  gardener,  who  had  joined  the  expedition, 
was  his  main  reliance,  and  continued  so  till  the  end.  He  became 
the  historian  of  the  enterprise.  While  lying  at  this  port,  freed 
from  the  restraint  of  their  leader  s  eye,  the  men  engaged  in  the 
worst  debauchery,  contracting  diseases  which  brought  many  to 
their  graves. 

The  captain  of  the  Aimahle  gave  La  Salle  great  uneasiness. 
To  prevent  treachery,  he  went  on  board  the  vessel  himself.  It 
was  near  New  Year's,  when,  having  entered  the  Gulf  of  Mexico, 
they  discovered  land.  Every  eye  was  strained  to  detect  the 
mouth  of  the  great  river. 

At  this  point  La  Salle  committed  a  fatal  blunder.  Having 
heard  that  the  currents  of  the  gulf  set  strongly  to  the  eastward, 
he  supposed  he  had  not  reached  the  Mississippi.  In  fact  he  had 
passed  it.  Day  after  day  they  sailed  slowly  to  the  west.  No 
sign  of  the  river  appeared.  A  halt  was  called.  The  weather 
was  stormy;  the  coast  unknown  and  dangerous.  The  men  were 
rapidly  consuming  the  provisions.  Beaujeu  was  irritable.  Joutel 
says  La  Salle  requested  him  to  sail  back  in  search  of  the  river 
and  that  the  naval  commander  refused  to  do  it.  Impatient  of  the 
restraint  and  anxious  to  assume  the  sole  command.  La  Salle  deter- 
mined to  land  his  soldiers  on  the  swampy  shores  and  send  them 
to  search  for  the  river  by  land.    Joutel  was  placed  in  command. 

For  three  days  the  detachment  pushed  their  way  north- 
eastward through  tropical  forests  and  across  lagoons.  The  men 
were  constructing  a  raft  to  cross  Matagorda  Bay,  when  they  dis- 


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covered  the  ships  which  had  been  following  along  the  coast. 
La  Salle  came  ashore,  and  announced  that  this  was  the  western 
mouth  of  the  Mississippi.  He  ordered  the  ships  to  enter  the^ 
narrow  harbor.  The  Aimahle  came  first.  La  Salle  was  watch- 
ing her.  Suddenly  some  men  came  running  in  from  the  forest 
reporting  that  two  of  their  number  had  been  carried  off  by  the 
Indians.  La  Salle  ordered  instant  pursuit.  With  a  last  anxiou^B 
look  at  the  Aimahle,  which  was  steering  in  the  wrong  direction 
to  be  safe,  he  started  after  the  Indians.  He  had  just  come  in 
sight  of  them  when  the  report  of  a  cannon  was  heard  from  the 
bay.  The  savages  fell  prostrate  with  fright.  But  the  chill  of 
a  more  deadly  fear  froze  the  blood  in  La  Salle's  veins.  The 
gun  was  a  signal  of  distress.  The  Aimahle,  with  her  cargo  of 
stores  and  utensils  for  the  colony,  had  struck  the  cruel  reef. 

Securing  his  men  from  the  Indians,  La  Salle  hastened  back 
to  the  scene  of  either  accident  or  treachery  to  save,  if  possible, 
the  cargo.  The  small  boat  of  the  vessel  was  found  to  have  been 
staved  in.  This  looked  suspicious  and  caused  delay.  A  boat 
was  sent  from  the  Joli/.  Some  gunpowder  and  flour  had  been 
landed,  when  the  wind  rose.  The  breakers  came  rolling  in, 
lifting  the  doomed  vessel  and  hurling  her,  again  and  again,  upon 
the  rocks.    The  greedy  waves  were  strewn  with  her  treasures. 

La  Salle's  heart  must  have  been  broken.  The  circumstantial 
evidence  that  the  captain  of  the  Aimahle  had  wrecked  his  vessel 
on  purpose  Avas  of  the  strongest  character.  The  wretched  com- 
pany encamped  near  the  wreck  behind  a  rough  pile  of  boxes, 
bales,  driftwood,  and  spars.  The  Indians  were  unmistakably 
hostile.  They  plundered  the  camp,  fired  the  woods,  and  even 
killed  two  men.  The  colonists  were  nearly  all  sick.  Five  or 
six  were  dying  every  day.  Beaujeu  having  accomplished  his 
mission  and  landed  La  Salle  at  what  he  declared  was  the  mouth 
of  the  Mississippi,  set  sail  for  France.  Toward  the  last,  the 
testy  old  sea-captain  sympathized  with  La  Salle.  He,  at  least, 
had  not  proved  treacherous,  and  they  parted  friends.  The  col- 
onists were  left  to  their  misery.    It  is  to  be  remembered  that 


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THE    TRIALS    OF   LA  SALLE. 


in  the  iinbappy  compan}^  were  women  and  girls.  The  colony 
liyecl  in  constant  fear  of  the  Spanish,  who  were  patrolling  the 
gulf  in  search  of  them.  Two  of  the  men  deserted.  Another 
was  hung  for  crime.  One  of  the  best  of  the  company  was  bitten 
by  a  snake  and  died. 

The  most  serious  thing,  however,  which  befell  the  colony 
was  the  discovery  by  La  Salle  that  he  was  not  at  the  mouth 
of  the  Mississippi.  He  knew  not  Avhere  he  was,  only  not  on 
the  river  which  was  the  source  and  object  of  all  his  Titanic 
toil.  Unless  tlie  river  could  be  found,  and  that  speedily,  his 
mighty  undertaking  was  utterly  and  forever  ruined.  If  it  could 
be  found,  a  good  fort  built,  and  communications  established  with 
Fort  St.  Louis,  on  the  Illinois,  something  might  yet  be  accom- 
plished. Unless  this  was  done.  La  Salle  felt  that  all  his  Her- 
culean labors  were  wasted,  his  life  a  ruin,  and  his  dream  of  em- 
pire a  bitter  foll}^ 

The  future  Avas  as  black  as  midnight.  A  single  star  beam 
shone  through  the  darkness.  The  little  frigate  Belle,  a  gift  from 
the  king  to  La  Salle,  was  still  safe.  If  the  Mississippi  could  be 
found,  this  vessel  might  convey  the  colony  and  such  stores  as 
they  had  left  to  its  banks.  A  spot  was  sought  where  protection 
could  be  had  from  the  scorching  sun.  The  industrious  toiled. 
The  friars  got  out  their  battered  altar  and  crosses.  A  fort 
was  built.  The  stoutest  sank  under  this  labor.  Numbers  also 
were  being  slowly  consumed  by  diseases  brought  with  them. 
La  Salle's  company  was  not  the  flower  of  France.'^  Many 
of  his  men  had  been  professional  street  beggars.  On  the  walls 
of  the  new  Fort  St.  Louis,"  as  La  Salle  called  it,  were  planted 
eight  cannon.  In  the  absence  of  balls,  they  were  loaded  with 
stones  and  bags  of  bullets. 

When  the  wretched  colonists  were  thus  located.  La  Salle 
started  on  a  journey  of  exploration.  He  was  still  dauntless, 
self-contained,  energetic.  His  mighty  sorrows  may  have  shat- 
tered him.  In  his  extremity  his  fierce  temper  only  became 
more  fractious,  his  suspicion  more  dark.     He  treated  his  men 


INDIAN   TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


Ill 


with  more  and  more  rigor  and  hauteur.  He  kept  his  o^\'n 
counsel  more  obstinately  than  ever.  He  was  made  of  iron. 
He  bent  not  one  inch  to  the  storm.  His  invincible  intellect 
refused  to  bow  to  defeat.  It  insulted  Fate,  and  hurled  defiance 
at  all  the  powers  of  destinj'  and  hell. 

The  day  of  his  departure  was  the  last  of  October,  1685. 
His  brother,  Abbe  Cavalier,  just  recovered  from  a  long-  illness, 
accompanied  him  with  fifty  men.  It  was  March  before  they 
returned.  They  told  a  tale  of  suffering  and  disappointment. 
Some  of  the  men  had  deserted,  some  were  drowned,  some  snake 
bitten,  some  killed  by  India,ns.  The  Mississippi  had  not  been 
found.  This  was  not  the  Avorst.  The  Belle  had  been  ordered 
to  follow  them  along  the  coast.  At  a  certain  point  in  the 
journe}^  La  Salle  lost  sight  of  her.  Men  were  sent  to  search. 
They  brought  back  no  tidings.  The  day  after  La  Salle  reached 
the  fort  the  last  one  of  these  detachments  arrived.  They  had 
been  more  successful.  The  pilot  of  the  Belle,  while  on  shore, 
had  been  killed  by  Indians.  Soon  after  this  the  crew  got  drunk. 
A  wind  arose;  the  vessel  was  clumsily  handled;  in  five  minutes 
all  that  was  left  of  her  Avas  a  mass  of  spars  and  splinters  hang- 
ing on  the  rock-bound  coast. 

In  all  his  troubled  career,  the  unfortunate  La  Salle  had  never 
met  with  a  disaster  so  utterl}^  overwhelming  a,nd  irretrievable  as 
this.  With  the  loss  of  the  Belle  AA^as  lost  the  only  means  of 
returning  to  France,  or  of  planting  a  colony  on  the  Mississippi. 

There  Avas  no  longer  any  use  to  hunt  for  the  river.  If  it 
Avere  found  the  colony  could  never  get  there.  To  transport  their 
cannon,  forges,  tools,  and  stores  by  land  Avas  preposterous.  A 
man  could  not  carry  enough  food  to  take  him  half-Avay.  La  Salle 
broke  down.    He  Avas  taken  Avith  another  terrible  attack  of  fever. 

For  months  he  fought  this  foe  as  he  had  every  other..  His 
sublime  Avill  rose  superior  to  difficulty.  His  mind  once  more 
cleared.  He  determined  to  make  his  way  to  the  Mississippi, 
force  his  canoe  upward  against  its  curre^it  to  the  Illinois;  thence 
from  Fort  St.  Louis  again  to  Canada  and  to  France,  Avhere  he 


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THE  TRIALS  OF  LA  SALLE. 


would  obtain  succor.  It  was  a  journey  of  seven  thousand 
miles.  The  imagination  fails  to  compass  the  immensity  of  the 
undertaking.    It  surpassed  the  labors  of  Hercules. 

One  April  day,  after  mass  and  prayer,  a  little  handful  of 
men,  with  hatchets,  kettles,  guns,  corn,  and  presents  for  the 
Indians,  strapped  to  their  backs,  set  out  over  the  prairie  on  the 
mighty  undertaking.  La  Salle  alone  knew  its  extent.  He  kept 
the  secret  locked  in  his  own  breast,  or  not  a  man  would  have 
accompanied  him.  The  trusty  Joutel  remained  in  command  at  the 
fort.  The  strictest  discipline  was  enforced.  This  was  to  divert 
the  minds  of  the  colonists  from  their  terrible  situation.  Every 
one  was  compelled  to  work.  Joutel  says:  "We  did  what  we 
could  to  amuse  ourselves,  and  drive  away  care.  I  encouraged 
our  people  to  dance  and  sing  in  the  evenings,  for  when  M.  de 
La  Salle  w^as  among  us  pleasure  was  often  banished.  I  tried  to 
keep  the  people  as  busy  as  possible.  I  set  them  to  making  a 
small  cellar  to  keep  meat  fresh  in  hot  weather;  but  w^hen  M.  de 
La  Salle  came  back  he  said  it  was  too  small.  As  he  always 
wanted  to  do  every  thing  on  a  large  scale,  he  prepared  to  make 
a  large  one,  and  marked  out  the  plan."  Like  poor  La  Salle's 
other  plans,  the  one  for  this  cellar  proved  too  large  to  be  prac- 
ticable.   So  it  was  never  built  at  all.    ~  ^ 

The  situation  of  the  colonists  was  practically  hopeless. 
There  was  not  one  chance  in  a  thousand  that  La  Salle  could 
really  make  his  way  across  the  wilderness  of  a  continent  inhab- 
ited by  sleepless  and  bloodthirsty  savages,  to  Montreal,  and 
thence  to  France.  Even  if  he  reached  France,  from  what 
resources  could  the  disappointed  and  ruined  adventurer  draw 
the  large  sums  necessary  to  equip  a  vessel  and  come  to  their 
relief?  It  was  now  nearly  two  years  since  they  left  Rochelle. 
La  Salle  had  promised  to  conquer  Mexico  in  a  year!  Yet  La 
Salle's  trip  to  France  was  their  only  hope.  Located  at  the 
mouth  of  a  Texan  river,  no  ship  would  ever  pass  that  way, 
unless  some  Spanish  cruiser,  seeking  whom  it  might  destroy. 

Still,  that  the  colonists  were  not  overwhelmed  wdth  despair, 


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is  shown  by  one  Barbiers,  who  asked  leave  to  marry  one  of  the 
girls.  Joutel  held  a  solemn  consultation  w^ith  the  friars,  and  the 
two  lovers  were  united.  Shortly  afterward  a  marquis  begged 
the  same  privilege  concerning  another  girl.  Joutel,  the  young 
gardener,  concerned  at  such  an  abasement  of  nobility,  refused, 
and  deprived  the  lovers  of  all  communication  with  each  other. 
Meanwhile  great  discontent  became  manifest.  Duhant,  the 
greatest  villain  in  the  company,  declared  that  La  Salle  had  left 
them  to  their  fate,  and  would  never  return. 

One  night  a  knocking  was  heard  at  the  gate.  It  was  La 
Salle.  Out  of  twenty  men  only  eight  had  lived  to  return. 
They  had  journeyed  far,  incurring  almost  every  peril  and  dis- 
aster of  which  one  can  conceive.  At  last  La  Salle  took  sick. 
This  delayed  them  tw^o  months,  and  by  exhausting  their 
ammunition  and  strength,  forced  them  to  return  to  the  fort. 
The  colonists,  of  whom  only  forty-five  remained,  nun-mured 
loudly.  La  Salle  had  a  heavy  task  to  make  them  contented 
with  the  dreary  weather-beaten  palisade  and  fort.  He  was 
about  to  renew  his  effort  to  reach  Canada,  when  he  was 
attacked  with  hernia.    His  constitution  seemed  badly  shattered. 

It  was  in  January,  1687.  before  the  start  could  be  made. 
Joutel  this  time  was  to  accompany  his  chief.  La  Salle  made  a 
farewell  address,  in  an  unusually  kind,  winning  and  hopeful 
manner.  With  heavy  hearts.  l)oth  of  those  going  and  those 
remaining,  the  little  band  took  up  its  slow  march,  followed  by 
straining  eyes,  until  it  disappeared  from  view  fore^'er.  The 
company  w^as  full  of  discord.  Liotal,  the  surgeon,  had  sworn 
revenge  on  La  Salle  for  having  on  one  occasion  sent  his  brother 
on  a  trip,  during  which  he  was  killed  by  Indians.  Duhaut  had 
long  hated  La  Salle,  and  both  men  alike  despised  Moranget, 
La  Salle's  nephew.  Several  quarrels  took  »place.  One  day 
Duhaut,  Liotal,  Hiens,  a  buccaneer,  Teissier,  I'Archeveque,  and 
Nika  and  Saget,  two  Indian  servants  of  La  Salle,  w^ere  out 
hunting  buffalo.  Having  killed  some,  they  sent  word  to  the 
camp.    Moranget  and  DeMarle  were  dispatched  with  horses, 


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which  had  been  bought  of  Indians,  to  bring  in  the  meat.  When 
Moranget  arrived  he  abused  the  men  violently  because  the 
meat  was  not  smoked  properly,  and  quarreled  fiercely  with 
Duhaut  because  he  claimed  the  marrow  bones.  Moranget 
ended  by  seizing  them. 

It  was  too  much.  The  men  who  might  in  France  have  lived 
and  died  respected  citizens,  embittered  by  disappointment,  and 
crushed  by  disaster,  were  no  longer  men.  They  were  wild 
beasts.  That  evening  Duhaut  and  Liotal  took  counsel  with 
Hiens,  Teissier,  and  TArcheveque.  A  bloody  plot  was  laid. 
The  supper  over,  the  pipes  smoked,  each  man  rolled  himself  in 
his  blanket.  Then  the  conspirators  arose.  Duhaut  and  Hiens 
stood  with  guns  cocked,  to  shoot  any  who  might  resist.  The 
surgeon  stole  forward,  and,  with  hurried  blows  from  an  axe, 
clove  the  skulls  of  the  sleeping  Moranget,  Nika,  and  Saget,  the 
nephew,  the  friend,  and  the  servant  of  La  Salle. 

It  was  quickly  done.  Their  victims  lay  weltering  in  pools 
of  blood,  while  the  night  wind  sighed  through  the  lonely  forest. 
The  red  demon  of  murder,  which  had  entered  the  hearts  of  the 
conspirators,  pointed  with  bloody  finger  at  La  Salle,  six  miles 
away.    Hatred  and  self-preservation  alike  demanded  his  death. 

That  evening  Moranget  had  not  returned,  and  La  Salle 
seemed  to  have  a  presentiment  of  evil.  He  questioned  Joutel 
closely  as  to  whether  Duhaut  had  any  bad  designs.  Joutel 
knew  nothing  except  that  he  had  complained  about  being  found 
fault  with  so  much.  La  Salle  passed  an  uneasy  night.  In  the 
morning  he  borrowed  the  best  gun  in  the  party,  and  taking  a 
friar  for  a  companion  and  an  Indian  for  his  guide,  started  in 
search  of  the  missing  men.  As  he  walked,  he  talked  with  the 
good  friar,  only  "of  piety,  grace,  and  predestination;  enlarging 
on  the  debt  he  owed  God,  who  had  saved  him  from  so  many 
perils,  during  more  than  twenty  years  of  travel  in  America." 
"Suddenly,"  says  the  friar,  "I  saw  him  overwhelmed  with  a 
profound  sadness,  for  which  himself  could  not  account.  He 
was  so  moved  I  scarcely  knew   him."    His   approach  was 


INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  IIOMANCES. 


121 


perceived  by  the  murderers.  Duhaut  and  the  surgeon^  crouched 
in  the  long  grass,  with  guns  cocked.  L'Archeveque  remained  in 
sight.  La  Salle  called  to  him,  asking  where  was  Moranget. 
The  man  replied  in  a  tone  agitated  but  insolent,  that  he  was 
strolling  around  somewhere.  La  Salle  rebuked  him,  and  con- 
tinued to  advance.  At  that  moment  two  shots  were  fired  from 
the  grass,  and  the  great  La  Salle,  the  hero  of  a  thousand 
exploits,  dropped  dead  with  a  bullet  in  his  brain. 

The  toiler  had  found  rest  at  last.  The  toilworn  body  was 
rudely  thrown  into  the  bushes,  and  became  the  food  of  vultures 
and  of  wolves. 

Thus,  at  forty-three  years  of  age,  fell  one  of  the  greatest 
explorers  of  all  time.  That  he  had  grave  faults  is  most  true. 
He  was  often  impractical.  His  movements  seem  sometimes  the 
result  of  hasty  and  inconsiderate  resolve.  His  fierce  temper, 
and  gloomy,  unsocial  nature  brought  on  him  the  dislike  of  his 
men.  He  attempted  too  much.  Yet,  it  is  clear  that  he  far 
surpassed  his  age  in  his  foresight  of  the  future  of  the  Mis- 
sissippi valley.  His  dream  of  the  interior  empire  was  to  what 
has  really  come  to  pass,  as  the  first  faint  blush  of  dawn  in 
eastern  skies  is  to  the  blazing  radiance  of  noon.  If  his  material 
resources  were  too  small  for  his  vast  undertaking,  he  possessed 
a  will  like  that  of  a  god.  The  vast  and  continuous  stream 
of  energy,  proceeding  for  twenty  years  from  the  brain  of  La 
Salle,  was  superhuman.  His  sensibilities  were  weak  or  wholly 
wanting.  His  intellect  and  will  place  his  name  above  that  of 
every  other  explorer. 

It  is  impossible  to  find  anywhere  an  equal  for  La  SaUe's 
undertakings  and  efforts,  his  sufferings  and  toils.  Yet  for  it  all 
he  received  no  reward  save  the  bullet  of  an  assassin.  Like 
many  another  hero.  La  Salle  was  ignored  and  cast  out  by  man- 
kind. Unfortunate  in  life,  he  was  still  unfortunate  in  death. 
His  countless  throng  of  enemies  each  made  a  stab  at  his  mem- 
ory. The  only  tiling  we,  who  enjoy  the  fruits  of  his  terrific 
toil,  can  do  for  La  Salle,  is  to  accord  him  the  praise  of  history. 


122 


THE  TRIALS  OF  LA  SALLE. 


We  have  said  he  was  one  of  history's  loneliest  characters.  It 
is  true.  He  was  and  is  a  solitary  of  the  solitaries.  In  life  his 
lonely,  retiring,  secretive  nature  forced  him,  as  he  himself  said, 
to  abandon  various  employments  in  which,  without  it,  he  would 
have  succeeded,  and  to  choose  a  life  more  suited  to  his  solitary 
disposition.  We  see  him  driven  to  the  wilderness  by  his  own 
solitariness.  Still  he  was  not  enough  alone.  He  shut  out  from 
his  confidence  even  the  handful  of  men  with  whom  he  traversed 
the  silent  and  uninhabited  forests  of  America.  His  was  the 
solitude  of  genius.  "  Buzzing  insects  fly  in  swarms  ;  the  lion 
stalks  alone."  He  was  separated  from  his  nearest  friend  by 
fathomless  abysses.  Solitary  in  life,  he  is  also  solitary  in  his- 
tory. He  can  not  be  classed  with  nor  compared  to  any  other. 
His  name  is  a  star  which  belongs  to  no  constellation.  The 
Chevalier  de  La  Salle  is  like  no  one  but  himself.  His  very 
greatness  makes  it  so. 

After  the  murders,  Joutel,  and  one  or  two  companions,  who 
had  been  faithful  to  their  leader,  expected  nothing  but  death. 
The  conspirators  would  never  allow  the  witnesses  of  their  crime 
to  reach  the  settlements  alive.  But  the  way  was  strangely  * 
cleared.  The  murderers  fell  out  among  themselves,  and  Hiens 
and  his  friends  deliberately  shot  and  killed  Duhaut  and  Liotal. 
Thus  these  heralds  of  civilization  instructed  the  savages  in  its 
lessons.  Joutel  and  his  friends  were  allowed  to  depart  on 
condition  of  giving  the  murderers  certificates  of  their  innocence 
of  the  crime.  They  made  their  way  to  Fort  St.  Louis,  on  the 
Illinois,  where  the  brave  Tonty  still  held  his  own,  and  thence 
to  Canada  and  France.  When  Tonty  had  learned  that  La  Salle 
had  landed  on  the  shores  of  the  gulf,  he  had  gone  to  meet 
him.  But  though  he  explored  the  coast  for  sixty  miles  from 
the  mouth,  failed  to  find  him.  La  Salle,  at  that  moment,  was 
seeking  the  fatal  river  in  the  plains  of  Texas.  The  brave 
Tonty  remained  for  some  years  at  Fort  St.  Louis  trading  in 
furs.  The  king  finally  ordered  the  post  to  be  abandoned,  and 
his  subsequent  career  is  unknown. 


IXDIAX  T  BAG  ED  IKS  AMJ  ROMAXCES. 


123 


The  colony  ou  iho  -nil'  was  left  to  its  fate  by  Louis  XIY. 
Ill  his  gorgeous  pakces  at  Versailles,  he  turned  an  ear  of  stone 
to  the  account  of  Joutel  concerning  the  unfortunates  left  behind. 
One  day  a  Spanish  ship,  guided  by  one  of  La  Salle's  deserters, 
sought  out  the  spot  where  the  colony  had  been,  intent  on  its 
destruction.  But  the  destroyers  found  the  place  as  silent  as 
death.  The  weather-beaten  palisade  was  out  of  repair.  The 
roof  of  the  store-house  had  tumbled  in.  The  dismounted  "can- 
non lay  scattered  around  in  the  mire.  The  whole  place  had 
fallen  into  decay.  Looking  a  little  farther,  the  fierce  Spaniards 
found  a  cluster  of  human  skeletons,  lying  as  if  they  had  fallen 
there  in  death.  Around  the  bony  finger  of  one  was  a  little 
ring.  Its  possessor  had  been  a  woman.  Awed  by  the  mystery 
of  the  place,  the  strangers  were  about  leaving,  when  two  men, 
apparently  Indians,  came  up.  The}'  said  the  colony  had  been 
attacked  by  small-pox.  Many  had  died.  The  rest  were  mur- 
dered by  the  Indians.  The  speakers  were  TArcheveque  and 
Grrallet.  They  alone  remained  to  tell  the  tale.  They  were 
made  prisoners  of  war,  and  sentenced  to  a  life  imprisonment  in 
a  Spanish  dungeon.  The  last  of  La  Salle's  colonies  had  disap- 
peared from  the  face  of  the  earth! 


TORTURE  OF  A  PRISONER  BY  THE  IROQUOIS. 


i^EATH  OF  BRADDOCK. 


I  20  INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


CHAPTER  III. 


ROGERS'S  RANGERS, 


iMONG  the  colonial  recruits  raised  for  the  Brit- 
ish army  in  the  year  1755,  after  the  awful 
defeat  of  Braddock,  was  Captain  Robert  Rogers, 
who  was  at  the  head  of  a  small  company  of 
rough  fellows  from  New  Hampshire.  He  was 
over  six  feet  high,  physically  the  most  pow- 
erful man  in  the  army.  He  had  been  virtually 
1)rought  up  in  a  hunters  camp.  From  boy- 
hood he  had,  with  gun,  blanket,  and  kettle,  some  ammunition, 
and  a  little  sack  of  parched  corn,  ranged  the  untrodden  forests 
of  New  England  and  Canada  in  search  of  furs  and  game.  He 
had  slept  with  the  savages  in  their  wigwams,  wrestled  and 
gambled  with  their  warriors,  ogled  their  squaws,  shot  the 
rapids  with  them  in  their  frail  bark  canoes,  until  the  Indian 
character  and  methods  hid  no  secret  from  him.  When  the 
recruits  assembled  at  Albany,  New  York,  General  Johnson, 
knowing  Rogers  by  reputation,  employed  him  from  time  to 
time  on  important  scouts.  His  head-quarters  were  at  Fort 
William  Henry,  a  new  fort  erected  by  the  British  at  the 
southern  extremity  of  Lake  George. 

Taking  four  or  five  trusty  men  with  him,  he  would  proceed 
up  the  lake  to  a  convenient  point,  hide  the  ca.noe  in  the  rushes, 
and  push  his  way  through  the  forest,  penetrating  the  sentry 
lines  to  the  very  camp  of  the  enemy.  At  Crown  Point,  one 
of  the  French  forts,  his  men,  under  cover  of  night,  concealed 


FlOU ERS'S  RA ngers. 


127 


themselves  in  the  willows  only  three  hundred  yards  from  the 
fort.  When  morning  dawned,  Rogers,  holding  some  bushes  in 
his  hand,  crawled  nearer.  While  making  his  reconnoissance, 
numbers  of  soldiers  and  Indians  came  out  of  the  fort  and 
engaged  in  drilling  or  shooting  at  marks  so  near  that  Rogers 
could  not  rejoin  his  men,  nor  could  the  latter  retreat  without 
discovery.  As  he  lay  behind  a  small  log,  a  Frenchman  left 
his  companions  and  walked  directly  tow^ard  the  spot  of  con- 
cealment. Rogers  sprang  at  him  wdth  his  gun,  offering  quarter. 
The  stranger,  instead  of  submitting,  whipped  out  a  dirk,  and 
made  a  quick  lunge  at  Rogers,  but  the  latter  shot  him  dead. 
The  report  instantly  gave  the  alarm.  The  Frenchmen  ran  to 
the  spot  where  lay  the  bleeding  corpse,  but  no  sign  was  there 
of  the  hand  which  had  done  the  deed.  Tf  Rogers  and  his 
men  had  suddenly  evaporated,  the  mvster  \ ,  understood  only  by 
themselves,  could  not  have  been  more  perfect. 

Soon  after  their  safe  return,  with  information  of  the  enemy 
gained  on  the  above  scout.  Rogers  took  thirty  men  and 
two  small  cannon  in  four  bateaux,  and,  pushing  down  the  lake, 
discovered  the  enemy  in  an  open  camp  in  the  forest.  Runners 
bore  the  information  to  Fort  Henry  asking  for  re-enforcements. 
The  delay  caused  them  to  be  discovered.  The  British  moved 
forward  to  surprise  the  French,  when  they  perceived  a  fleet  of 
hostile  canoes  coming  down  the  lake.  No  doubt  a  similar  force 
was  advancing  by  land  to  catch  the  British  between  tw^o  fires. 
Rogers  at  once  threw  fifteen  men  into  canoes  to  decoy  the 
French  within  range  of  the  tw  o  cannon.  He  steered  as  if  mean- 
ing to  escape.  The  French  at  once  headed  diagonally  toward  the 
shore,  to  cut  him  off.  The  stratagem  succeeded.  Tw^o  cannon 
shots  sunk  as  many  canoes,  and  the  remainder  fled,  pursued 
unsuccessfully  by  the  entire  force  of  British,  who  had  swiftly 
embarked  for  the  chase. 

In  another  scout,  toward  Fort  Ticonderoga,  Rogers  and  tw^o 
companions  were  discovered  on  the  lake  by  the  enemy.  Deter- 
mined not  to  retreat,  the  scouts  quickly  assumed  the  guise  of 


128  INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


fishermen.  All  day  they  coolly  floated  within  gunshot  of  the 
French,  dropping  hook  and  line  into  the  placid  lake,  and  at  even- 
ing actually  sold  their  catch  to  the  French.  When  night  came 
on  the  adventurers  pushed  on  toward  their  destination.  Their 
reconnoissance  at  Ticonderoga,  rendered  diffi- 
cult by  the  intense  cold,  was  about  completed, 
except  as  to  capturing  a  prisoner,  when  a  snow 
began  to  fall.  No  art  could  conceal  their 
trail,  if  they  lingered  till  the  snowfall  ceased. 
So  the  return  trip  was  hastily  begun.  B;^ 
Christmas  Lake  George  was  entirely  frozen 
from  shore  to  shore.  But  Rogers  and  his 
tireless  woodsmen,  instead  of  remaining  idly 
in  the  warm  quarters  at  the  fort,  equipped 
themselves  with  skates,  and  braved  the  win- 

VICINITY  OF  LAKE 

GEORGE.  -|-^,^  tempest  in  many  an  expedition.  Their 
success  was  unvarying.  Taking  a  force  of  from  ten  to  fifty 
men,  on  skates,  Rogers  would  skim  along  the  icy  floor  of  the 
lake  surface  to  a  point  opposite  Ticonderoga  or  Crown  Point, 
order  his  men  to  change  their  skates  for  snow  shoes,  and  move 
swiftly  to  some  ambush  along  the  roads  leading  to  the  fort.  Here 
they  would  lie  in  the  snow,  exposed  to  the  bitter  cold,  sometimes 
for  two  or  three  days,  with  no  shelter  but  a  few  pine  boughs  has- 
tily thrown  together,  and  without  a  spark  of  fire,  the  smoke 
of  which  would  instantly  reveal  them  to  the  neigboring  fort. 
Here  they  intercepted  the  sledges  carrying  fresh  beef,  venison, 
and  corn  to  the  fort,  captured  the  drivers,  and  appropriated 
the  provision.  When  they  had  caught  several  prisoners,  they 
would  glide  into  the  French  settlement,  cut  the  throats  of  the 
cattle,  set  fire  to  the  barns  full  of  grain  and  to  the  houses 
of  the  villagers,  and  just  as  the  red  flames  shot  upward  into 
the  winter  night,  throwing  their  angry  glare  far  across  the 
whitened  landscape,  the  mysterious  and  deadly  Rangers  would 
disappear  in  the  forest  as  suddenly  as  they  came. 

So  valuable  were  the  services  of  Rogers  and  his  hardy 


nOGERS'S  HANGERS. 


129^ 


woodsmen,  that,  in  the  spring  of  1756,  he  received  a  special 
commission  from  the  commander-in-chief  to  raise  an  independ- 
ent corps  of  experienced  foresters,  men  whom  he  was  to  choose 
himself,  of  the  most  approved  courage  and  fidelity,  and  of  the 
greatest  physical  inurement  to  exposure.  The  corps  was  to 
be  known  as  RoaERS  s  Raxoers,  the  men  receiving  the  pay  of 
regular  soldiers,  but  carrying  on  warfare  as  scouts  in  their 
own  brave  fashion.  This  famous  corps  became  the  right  arm 
of  the  British  troops.  Their  official  instructions  were  "  to  use 
their  best  endeavors  to  distress  the  French  and  their  allies,  by 
sacking,  burning,  and  destroying  their  houses,  barns,  barracks, 
canoes,  bateaux,  etc.,  and  by  killing  their  cattle  of  every  kind ; 
and  at  all  times  to  endeavor  to  destroy  their  convoys  of  provis- 
ion, by  land  and  water,  in  every  part  of  the  country." 

On  the  way  to  Fort  Henry,  with  his  new  Rangers,  Rogers 
made  an  elaborate  scout  around  Crown  Point.  After  killing 
large  numbers  of  cattle,  the  tongues  of  which  were  carefully 
removed  for  the  Rangers'  use,  they  were  discovered  and  closely 
pursued  by  an  overwhelming  force  of  French  and  Indians.  In 
this  emergency,  Rogers  executed  a  masterly  maneuver.  Appoint- 
ing a  rendezvous  at  a  distant  point  on  the  lake  shore,  the  Ran- 
gers suddenly  separated,  every  man  taking  his  own  course. 
Where  there  had  been  five  minutes  before  a  stout  body  of  men, 
the  enemy  found  no  one.  The  Rangers  had  dispersed  and  left 
only  thin  air.  From  this  point  on,  their  history  is  a  succession 
of  thrilling  and  successful  exploits,  of  which  we  may  only  take 
an  occasional  glimpse.  Not  a  week  passed  without  some  daring 
scout  or  victory.  The  Rangers  only  had  to  go  out  in  order  to 
catch  a  net  full  of  birds,  as  they  called  their  prisoners.  These 
Rogers  wonld  examine  separately  and  with  great  care,  to  see 
if  their  stories  agreed,  concerning  the  strength,  movements, 
plans,  supplies,  and  situation  of  the  enemy.  Keen  and  saga- 
cious in  these  examinations,  able  at  a  glance  to  separate  the  truth 
from  falsehood,  and  wonderfully  skillful  in  reading  character, 
Rogers  kept  the  British  head-quarters  more  accurately  posted 


180 


INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  R03IANCES. 


with  regard  to  the  enemy  than  were  the  French  and  Indian 
coiniiianders  themselves.  From  time  to  time,  during  the  war, 
the  '^Rangers"  were  gradually  increased  from  their  original 
strength  of  sixty-two  men,  to  more  than  a  thousand. 

One  night  in  July,  1756,  while  on  a  lengthy  scout,  the 
Rangers  prepared  to  attack  a  French  schooner,  lying  one  mile 
from  the  lake  shore.  Just  then  two  lighters,  laden  with  pro- 
vision and  strongly  guarded,  came  in  sight,  and  made  for  the 
shore  as  if  to  encamp,  it  being  about  ten  o'clock  at  night.  As 
they  drew  close  to  land,  the  Rangers  fired  from  the  forest, 
and  Rogers  offered  quarter  to  the  enemy.  The  latter,  however, 
put  about,  and  made  every  etfort  to  reach  the  opposite  shore. 
Before  they  reached  it  the  terrible  Rangers  had  made  prisoners 
of  the  entire  party,  and  sunk  and  destroyed  both  cargoes,  con- 
sisting of  wheat,  flour,  wine  and  brandy.  At  this  time  the 
French  were  offering  the  Indians  sixty  francs  for  every  English 
scalp,  and  prisoners  were  sold  in  Canada  for  sixty  crowns. 
Rogers's  first-lieutenant  was  John  Stark,  afterwards  major-gen- 
eral of  the  American  army  in  the  Revolution. 

The  fall  and  winter  of  1756  were  busily  employed  in  harass- 
ing the  enemy  in  the  neighborhood  of  Lake  George.  On  the 
21st  of  January,  1757,  Rogers  had  a  company  of  eighty  men 
with  him,  equipped  with  skates  and  snow-shoes.  They  were 
encamped  three  miles  from  the  lake,  on  elevated  ground,  near 
Ticonderoga,  from  which  tliey  commanded  a  view  of  the  snowy 
landscape  for  many  miles.  Far  off  on  the  glittering  ice,  they 
saw  a  small  object  moving  across  the  lake.  The  keen  eye  of 
Rogers  pronounced  it  to  be  a  sled  laden  with  provision.  Lieu- 
tenant Stark  set  out  with  ten  men  to  head  it  off,  while  Rogers 
and  the  others  moved  swiftly  to  intercept  the  retreat. 

Soon  after  Stark  had  departed,  Rogers  detected  ten  other 
sleds  following  the  first.  It  was  too  late  to  warn  Stark  of 
the  fact.  The  latter  struck  out  for  the  first  sled,  and  the 
other  sleds,  still  at  a  distance,  discovering  him,  instantly  put 
about.    Pursuit  was  the  only  thing  possible.    The  sleds  were 


ROGERS'S  RANGEUS. 


131 


made  of  a  long  Ijoard.  turned  up  in  front,  and  with  high  racks 
at  the  side  and  end  to  hohl  the  load.  They  were  as  light  as 
egg-shells,  and  drawn  each  by  two  horses,  rough  shod,  and.  urged 
to  the  to|i  of  their  speed  by  relentless  drivers,  sped  over  the  ice 
with  tln^  \  elocity  of  the  wind.  Quick  as  thought,  Rogers's  men 
clapped  on  their  skates  and  began  the  chase.  The  nearest  sleds 
were  a  half  a  mile  away.  It  was  a  race  between  swift  and 
powerful  horses  and  the  swiftest  skaters  in  the  world.  On  flew 
the  foaming  horses,  their  manes  flying  and  eyeballs  strained, 
scattering  showers  of  ice  as  their  ponderous  feet  dug  into  the 
glittering  surface.  Wildly  the  hoarse  drivers  shouted  and  plied 
their  rawhide  Lishes  upon  the  reeking  steeds.  Behind  them 
came  the  shaggy  and  powerful  Rangers,  seeming  as  they  whirled 
over  the  ringing  ice  like  superhuman  creatures.  The  pursuers 
had  the  shorter  path.  The  sleds  must  cross  it.  Whoever 
reached  the  intersection  first  would  win  the  deadly  race. 

As  the  steel  of  the  pursuers"  skates  flashed  in  the  sunlight, 
it  could  be  seen  that  they  were  gaining.  Stark  and  his  men 
ha<l  overtaken  the  rear  sled,  but  the  other  Rangers  paused  not 
in  their  impetuous  career.  StilL  'it  was  evident,  that  some  of 
the  sleds  would  escape.  One  after  another  of  those  farthest  in 
advance  crossed  the  point  where  met  the  paths  of  pursuer  and 
pursued.  All  but  two  of  the  sleds  had  passed  the  line  of  safety. 
Suddenly  Rogers,  who  was  six  yards  ahead  of  the  nearest  Ran- 
ger, was  seen  to  unsling  his  gun.  Without  slackening  his  ter- 
rific speed,  or  removing  his  eye  from  the  enemy  for  a  moment, 
just  as  the  second  sled  from  the  rear  crossed  his  path  he  threw 
his  gun  to  his  shoulder  and  fired. 

The  nearest  horse  was  seen  to  lunge  forward  and  fall,  thrown 
by  his  momentum,  a  hundred  feet  along  the  ice.  His  mate, 
frightened  and  entangled,  lost  her  footing.  In  a  moment  the 
Rangers  Avere  upon  their  foes.  The  last  sled  fell  an  easy  victim. 
The  race  between  man  and  brute  had  been  won  by  man. 

It  was  evident  that  the  sleds  which  had  escaped  would  carry 
the  news  to  the  fort,  and  rouse  instant  pursuit.    Rogers  ordered 


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INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES, 


his  men  to  take  the  seven  prisoners,  and  return  at  once  to  the 
camp  fires  they  had  left  three  hours  before.  So  sudden  had  been 
their  departure,  that  the  men  had  not  removed  the  priming  in 
their  guns  since  the  previous  day.  Every  thing  was  made  ready 
for  a  fight,  and  a  retreat  commenced.  They  had  just  crossed  a 
little  valley,  and  were  nearing  the  opposite  ridge,  when  the 
woods  blazed  with  a  deadly  volley  of  bullets.  Several  Rangers 
fell  dead,  Rogers  himself  being  wounded  in  the  head.  The 
Rangers  retreated  to  the  opposite  ridge,  where,  sheltered  by 
trees,  they  were  enabled  to  fight  to  advantage.  From  two 
o'clock  till  sunset  the  battle  raged.  Three  times  the  French 
and  Indians  tried  to  flank  the  British,  but  as  many  times  were 
driven  back.  Rogers  received  a  wound  in  his  wrist,  and  many 
of  his  brave  men,  scorning  the  idea  of  a  surrender,  lay  helpless 
and  bleeding  in  the  snow.    At  dark  the  enemy  withdrew. 

Worn  out  with  the  exciting  events  of  the  day,  many  of  their 
number  badly  wounded,  the  exhausted  Rangers  still  felt  it 
necessary  to  retreat  farther  from  the  enemy's  neighboring  fort. 
For  six  weary  miles  they  groped  their  way  through  the  forest. 
Once  they  caught  sight  of  a  camp  fire,  and  made  a  wide  detour 
for  fear  of  Indians.  At  last,  a  comfortless  camp  was  pitched 
for  the  night.  In  the  morning  the  wounded  were  unable  to 
proceed  farther  without  assistance.  Lieutenant  Stark  offered 
to  go  to  the  fort  on  snow-shoes,  a  distance  of  forty  long  miles, 
and  procure  sleighs  for  them. 

In  spite  of  the  many  difiiculties  and  hardships  of  the  way, 
he  traversed  the  entire  forty  miles  by  sundown,  and  dispatched 
a  relief  party  with  sleighs  for  the  wounded,  so  that  they  reached 
the  suffering  men  before  morning.  Just  as  the  sleighs  arrived 
the  Rangers  perceived  a  black  object,  at  a  great  distance,  crawl- 
ing over  the  ice.  Supposing  it  to  be  one  of  their  stragglers,  a 
sleigh  was  sent  to  investigate.  It  proved  to  be  Joshua  Martin, 
who  had  been  shot  through  the  hips.  He  had  been  left  for 
dead  on  the  field  of  battle,  but  managed  to  crawl  back  into  the 
woods  and  build  the  fire  which  his  companions  saw  and  avoided. 


ROGERS'S  RAXGERS. 


183 


Feebly  and  with  great  pain,  crawling  through  the  snow,  he  fol- 
lowed their  track  to  the  lake,  and  then  moved  along  the  ice. 
When  rehef  reached  him  he  fainted  awa}'.  hut  afterward  recov- 
ered and  fought  all  through  the  war. 

The  French  made  several  attempts  to  capture  Fort  Hemy, 
but  as  long  as  the  Rangers  were  there  these  efforts  failed. 
Rogers,  suffering  greatly  from  his  wounds,  had  gone  to  Albany 
for  surgical  aid.  soon  after  the  events  last  recorded.  While 
there  he  was  attacked  with  the  small-pox.  that  scourge  alike 
of  the  wilderness  and  of  the  city.  So  it  happened  that  on  the 
16th  of  March,  1757.  Stark  was  acting  commander  of  the 
Rangers  at  Fort  Henry.  On  that  evening,  as  he  made  his 
round  of  inspection,  he  noticed  the  men  standing  in  little  knots, 
engaged  in  busy  conversation,  interrupted  with  many  laughs. 
It  was  the  eve  of  St.  Patrick's  day.  These  lonely  fellows  were 
planning  their  celebration.  Stark  at  once  gave  orders  to  the 
sutler  to  issue  no  rum  to  his  men  without  written  permission 
from  him.  The  men.  not  to  be  foiled,  at  once  applied  to  him 
for  it,  but  Stark  put  them  off.  on  the  ground  that  his  hand  was 
lame  and  he  could  not  write.  Tlie  Rangers  were  not  in  the 
best  of  humors,  when  they  saw  the  Irish  troops,  who  composed 
the  remainder  of  the  garrison,  freely  hlliug  their  bumpers  with 
fiery  draiights  in  honor  of  St.  Patrick's  wife,  and  making  the 
fort  rino^  with  their  hilarious  sonixs  and  carousals.  That  nio^ht 
the  French,  knowing  the  habit  of  the  Irishmen,  to  celebrate  the 
occasion,  made  a  terrific  attack  on  the  fort.  But  instead  of 
surprising  a  set  of  intoxicated  fellows,  they  were  met  at  the 
first  onslaught  by  the  cool  and  invincible  Rangers.  These  men 
bravely  fought  the  enemy  hand  to  hand,  repelling  assault  after 
assault,  until  their  drunken  companions  could  come  to  their 
senses.    The  Rangers  had  saved  the  fort. 

In  May  the  Rangei's  were  ordered  to  Halifax,  to  join  in  an 
expedition  against  Louis]3urg.  Their  versatile  talents  were 
employed  during  harvest,  while  the  jireparations  for  the  expe- 
dition were  going  on.  in  making  hay  for  the  horses.    The  expe- 


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INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


dition  was  afterwards  abandoned  and  the  Rangers  ordered  to 
Fort  Edward. 

On  the  18th  of  December,  1757,  Rogers  led  his  men  on  a 
lengthy  scout.  On  their  way,  they  for  the  first  time  since  their 
previous  departure  in  April  looked  on  Fort  William  Henry. 
Then  it  had  been  a  solid  log  structure,  occupied  by  a  large  gar- 
rison, and  supplied,  as  Rogers  says,  ^'with  every  thing  they 
could  desire  for  their  comfort  and  convenience." 

We  smile  at  a  rough  Ranger's  notion  of  "  comfort  and  con- 
venience." It  was  filled  by  a  rude  frontier  fort,  with  its  long 
barrack  rooms,  the  walls  of  logs,  the  floor  of  puncheon ;  no  ceil- 
ing but  a  smoky  thatch,  the  cracks  stuffed  with  mud  and  straw 
to  keep  out  the  winter;  no  windows  except  openings,  closed  with 
heavy  shutters ;  no  light  or  fire  except  from  an  immense  fire-place 
at  one  end,  from  which  the  heat  was  dissipated  long  before  it 
reached  the  frosty  region  at  the  opposite  end;  no  fare  but  salt 
pork,  soup,  and  black  bread,  eaten  at  greasy  log  tables,  twenty 
inches  wide,  set  with  a  gloomy  array  of  battered  iron  plates  and 
cups.  Yet  to  the  Ranger,  accustomed  as  he  was  to  sleep  often 
in  the  snow,  and  pass  days  and  nights  without  fire  or  shelter, 
the  rough  fort,  with  its  rougher  company,  was  "every  thing 
he  could  desire  for  comfort  and  convenience."  Looking  back 
to  the  luxury  of  their  life  in  Fort  William  Henry,  it  was  with 
keen  regrets  that  the  Rangers  now  beheld  it,  a  deserted  ruin, 
covered  with  half-burnt  rafters  and  fragments  of  exploded  cannon. 

With  a  British  army  of  six  thousand  men  only  fifteen  miles 
away,  the  French  had,  in  the  previous  August,  while  the  Rangers 
were  away,  been  allowed  to  besiege  Fort  Henry.  After  a 
brave  defense  of  six  days,  during  which  time  the  steady  can- 
nonade from  the  besiegers'  batteries  had  dismounted  their  guns 
and  rendered  the  place  no  longer  tenable,  its  defenders  had  sur- 
rendered on  condition  of  quarter.  Whatever  may  have  been 
the  wishes  of  the  French  commander,  the  Indian  allies,  of  whom 
was  composed  the  principal  part  of  his  army,  could  not  be 
restrained  from  violating  the  condition.    Many  prisoners  were 


ROGERS'S  RAXdERS. 


135 


massacred  outright.  Others  were  led  away  to  suiter  the  exquisite 
agonies  of  the  stake.  Worse  and  more  horrible  still,  an  Indian 
tribe  called  the  Cold  Country  Cannibals,  who  were  present  at 
the  siege,  roasted  their  prisoners  and  ate  them.  For  this  state- 
ment there  is  unquestionable  authority. 

In  spite  of  these  terrible  associations,  the  sturdy  Rangers 
entered  the  ruin,  scraped  away  the  heavy  snow,  and  l)uilt  fires 
in  the  partial  shelter  of  a  corner  which  was  yet  standing,  and 
passed  the  night  "comfortably,"  as  Rogers  says.  As  they  con- 
tinued their  scout,  the  Rangers  met  witli  hue  success,  and  on 
their  return  to  Fort  Edward.  December  27th.  they  were  enabled 
to  present  the  conunandant  with  a  fine  Christmas  gift  of  several 
prisoners,  who  ga^  e  full  and  accurate  information  of  the  enemy. 
During  this  winter  a  company  of  regular  soldiers  were  placed 
in  Rogers's  hands  to  learn  Ranger  tactics.  For  their  benefit  he 
drew  up  a  written  code,  which  was  })ublished  with  his  memoirs. 

On  the  10th  of  March,  1758,  Rogers  received  orders  to 
march  with  one  hundred  and  eighty  Rangers  to  the  neighbor- 
hood of  Ticonderoga.  He  protested  that  the  force  was  too 
small,  and  asked  to  be  allowed  to  take  four  hundred  men.  but 
his  requests  were  refused.  The  march  was  made  along  the 
solid  ice  of  the  lake,  the  party"  Ijii^g  concealed  on  shore  during 
the  day  and  marching  by  night.  Since  the  capture  of  Fort 
Henry,  the  enemy  had  been  exceedingly  active,  strong  forces 
of  Indians  scouring  the  country  in  every  direction. 

The  nights  were  as  dark  as  pitch,  and  while  fifteen  Rangers 
on  skates  acted  as  an  advance  aaiard,  the  main  body  marched  as 
closely  together  as  possible,  to  avoid  separation.  When  within 
eight  miles  of  the  French  army,  an  advanced  guardsman  skated 
swiftly  to  the  reai"  with  word  in  halt.  Tb^e  men  wero  instantly 
ordered  to  sit  down  on  the  ice.  Rogers  went  forward.  The 
advance  guard  were  called  ii\  and  thought  they  had  seen  a  fire 
on  the  east  shore.  The  sleighs  and  baggage  were  hastily  pulled 
ashore,  guards  posted,  and  the  main  body  marched  swiftly  for- 
ward to  attack  the  supposed  camp.    No  light  was  to  be  seen. 


136  INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 

At  last,  concluding  that  the  guard  had  mistaken  a  patch  of  snow 
or  some  rotten  wood,  which  in  the  night  has  a  phosphorescent 
glow,  for  a  hostile  camp  fire,  the  Rangers  returned  to  their 
packs,  and  passed  the  night  on  shore,  without  fire.  The  truth 
was,  the  guard  had  seen  a  real  camp  fire,  which  had  been  extin- 
guished on  the  approach  of  the  Rangers,  and  a  hasty  message 
sent  to  the  fort  of  their  presence.  In  the  morning  it  was  thought 
best  to  push  on  by  land  with  snow-shoes,  the  snow  being  now 
four  feet  deep. 

Toward  night  word  was  brought  that  a  band  of  ninety-six 
Indians  was  approaching.  *  On  the  left  of  the  line  of  march, 
was  a  small  rivulet,  and  on  the  right  a  steep  mountain.  The 
Rangers  extended  their  line,  and  at  the  first  fire  killed  fifty 
Indians.  Supposing  this  to  be  the  entire  force  of  the  enemy, 
the  Rangers  pressed  on  in  pursuit,  when  suddenly  they  were 
attacked  by  over  six  hundred  well  armed  Indians  and  Cana- 
dians, who  on  receipt  of  the  news  of  the  Rangers'  approach  had 
set  out  to  attack  them.  Rogers  shouted  to  his  men  to  fall  back 
quickly  to  their  former  ground,  but  before  they  reached  it  the 
life-blood  of  fifty  gallant  Rangers  reddened  the  snow  where  they 
had  fallen. 

With  cool  desperation  they  continued  to  fight  for  an  hour, 
against  the  overwhelming  numbers  of  the  foe.  Small  detach- 
ments were  thrown  out  on  the  right  and  left  to  prevent  flank- 
ing. But  the  contest  was  too  unequal.  One  hundred  and  eight 
out  of  the  one  hundred  and  eighty  Rangers  were  killed  on  the 
spot.  Of  these,  ten  men  under  Lieutenant  Phillips,  on  the  left 
flank,  had  been  surrounded  and  captured.  They  were  tied  to 
trees  in  sight  of  their  friends,  and  deliberately  hacked  to  pieces 
by  the  savages. 

At  last,  Rogers  cried  to  his  men  to  fly,  every  one  for  him- 
self. Rogers  himself,  with  twenty  men,  rushed  to  an  icy  preci- 
pice, over  a  hundred  feet  high,  which  sloped  abruptly  down  to 
the  lake.  Turning  and  firing'  on  their  pursuers,  Rogers  and  his 
followers  deliberately  jumped  over  the  perilous  precipice  and 


JROGERS'S  RANGERS.  137 

slid  down  to  the  lake  with  terrific  force.  The  spot  is  still 
pointed  out  as  "Rogers's  Leap."  By  this  exploit,  these  men, 
though  severely  injured,  escaped  alive,  one  of  their  number 
making  his  way  to  Fort  Edward,  and  sending  out  a  relief  party 
with  sleighs  and  blankets. 

But  others  were  not  so  fortunate.  Accompanying  the 
Rangers  had  been  two  British  officers.  Captains  Creed  and  Kent, 
who  had  gone  out  to  study  their  mode  of  warfare.  At  the 
beginning  of  the  fight  Rogers  had  advised  them  to  retire,  but 
being  unused  to  travel  on  snow-shoes,  ignorant  of  the  country, 
and  seeing  their  friends  attacked  by  such  a  multitude  of  yelling 
savages,  painted  in  the  most  gaudy  colors,  they  chose  like  brave 
men  to  remain  and  fight.  At  the  retreat,  Rogers  shouted  to 
them  to  fly  with  him,  but  in  their  efforts  to  escape  their  snow- 
shoes  came  off,  and  the  poor  fellows  sunk  breast  deep  in  the 
soft  surface.  By  the  strangest  good  fortune  the  savages  over- 
looked them  in  the  fury  of  their  pursuit  after  Rogers.  Not  till 
the  moon  arose  did  they  venture  to  stir.  Then  with  fluttering 
hearts  they  stole  through  the  forest,  knovv^ing  nothing  of  their 
course,  but  hoping  that  it  took  them  farther  from  the  Indians. 
When  morning  dawned,  it  found  them  still  struggling  on  through 
the  snow,  along  the  shore  of  some  body  of  water. 

As  the  fear  of  savages  departed,  another  dreadful  apprehen- 
sion laid  hold  of  them.  Which  way  was  the  fort?  The  dangers 
of  death  from  exposure  or  starvation  stared  them  in  the  face. 
Suddenly  they  saw  a  man.  He  came  towards  them.  He  proved 
to  be  a  servant  of  Rogers,  and  claimed  to  know  their  where- 
abouts and  the  way  to  the  fort.  He  affirmed  that  they  were 
on  South  Bay  and  not  Lake  George.  All  day  they  followed 
their  guide,  at  first  on  the  ice  and  then  on  foot,  through  the 
slavish  snow. 

At  night  they  halted.  Creed  and  Kent  had  thrown  off  their 
coats  and  fur  caps  in  the  battle,  and  had  on  only  their  vests. 
Over  their  heads  they  tied  handkerchiefs.  For  a  single  blanket 
they  would  have  given  worlds.    The  third  day  the  guide  prom- 


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INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


ised  that  the  fort  would  be  reached.  But  at  sunset  their  weary 
eyes  beheld  nothing  but  the  same  vast  expanse  of  whiteness. 
The  fourth  day  he  said  it  would  be  impossible  to  fail,  but  the 
day  passed  w^ith  the  prophecy  unfulfilled.  Again  and  again 
their  snow-shoes  broke.  Again  and  again,  with  benumbed  fin- 
gers they  tried  to  tie  and  patch  them  up.  Every  few  paces 
they  sank  up  to  the  breast  in  the  snow.  The  hardships  were 
intolerable.  They  scrambled  up  mountains  full  of  dangerous 
chasms  and  hidden  holes.  They  made  detours  to  avoid  impas- 
sable forests  of  fallen  timber,  prostrated  by  some  tornado. 

At  the  outset  their  entire  stock  of  food  had  been  a  link  of 
bologna  sausage  and  a  little  ginger.  This  had  long  since  been 
exhausted,  and  for  two  days  they  had  lived  on  some  frozen 
berries  and  water.  Their  nights  had  been  passed  without  cover, 
and  with  the  scantiest  fires  ;  for  without  a  hatchet,  by  their 
utmost  efforts,  they  could  only  wrench  a  few  twigs  from  the 
frozen  trees  for  fuel.  During  the  fifth  day  they  struggled 
along  a  dreadful  road  in  the  mountains,  with  only  one  snow- 
shoe  apiece. 

Towards  noon  on  the  sixth  day  they  came  once  more  to  the 
ice.  At  a  single  glance  the  unfortunate  men  perceived  it  to  he  the 
same  spot  which  they  had  left  four  days  before.  This  terrible  dis- 
covery paralyzed  them  with  horror.  Their  only  chance  was  to 
throw  themselves  into  the  hands  of  the  French  at  Fort  Carillon. 
All  day  and  night  the  wind  blew  hard,  and  a  freezing  rain 
incrusted  their  clothes  with  ice.  The  remainder  of  the  sad 
story  we  give  in  Captain  Creed's  own  words. 

^^We  traveled  a  few  miles,  but  the  snow  driving  full  in  our 
faces,  made  every  thing  appear  as  dark  as  the  fog  upon  the 
banks  of  Newfoundland.  As  the  storm  cleared  up  we  looked 
in  vain  for  the  fort.  Proceeding  onward  by  land  we  came  to  a 
large  waterfall.  I  attempted  to  ford  the  stream  above  it,  and 
had  almost  gained  the  opposite  shore  where  the  water  reached 
my  breast,  when  the  rapidity  of  the  stream  hurried  me  ofi*  the 
slippery  rocks  and  plunged  me  under  water.    I  lost  my  fusee, 


ROGERS'S  RAXGERS. 


139 


and  narrowly  escaped  being  carried  over  the  fall.    ^h.  Kent 

and  the  guide  fared  nu  better,  but  the  hopes  of  reaching  a  lire 

made  us  think  lightly  of  the  matter. 

••'As  night  approaedied  we  labored  through  the  snow,  being 

now  certain  that  the  Ibrt  was  near ;  but  our  guide  now  eun- 

fessed  for  the  first  time  that  he  was  at  a  los.-.    We  plainly  ])er- 

ceived  that  hi.-  brain  was  affected  :  he  .-aw  Indiarrs  all  around 

him.  and.  though  we  have  since  learned  that  we  had  every  thing 

to  fear  frum  them,  yet  that  was  a  danger  we  did  not  think  of. 

We  even  shouted  to  give  notice  where  we  were,  but  could 

neither  see  ni_>r  hear  of  any  one  to  lead  u-  right.    If  we  halted 

we  became  pillars  of  ice.    We  therefore  resrih'ed  to  make  a  fire. 

thuugh  the  danger  Avas  apparent.    We  had  on^^  dr}"  cartridge  on 

hand,  but  in  trvine  to  c;iteh  a  fire  with  a  little  of  it.  hv  means 
I     <_  I. 

of  my  pistol.  Mr.  Kent  held  the  cartridge  so  near  as  to  have  it 
blew  up  in  our  faces,  almost  blinding  him  and  causing  great 
pain.    This  appeared  to  be  the  last  stroke  of  Ibrtune. 

"We  had  now  no  hopes  of  fire  and  were  not  anxious  for  life, 
but  wished  tM  carry  the  scene  out  in  a  manner  becoming  to  sol- 
diers. We  made  a  }:>ath  ruund  a  tree  and  there  exercised  all 
night,  though  scarcely  able  to  stand  or  to  prevent  each  other 
frem  sleeping.  Our  guide,  notwithstanding  repeated  cautions, 
strayed  from  us.  sat  down,  and  died  immediately.  On  the 
morning  of  the  2'Jth  we  saw  the  fort,  and  approached  it  with  a 
white  flag.  The  officers  ran  violently  toward  us.  and  we  were 
saved  from  a  danger  we  did  not  apprehend,  for  we  were  informed 
that  if  the  Tn>lians.  who  were  close  after  them,  had  seized  us 
first,  it  wouLl  not  have  been  in  the  power  of  the  French  to 
have  prevented  our  being  hurried  to  the  camp,  and  perhaps  the 
next  day  to  ]\Ljntreal.  or  killed  for  not  being  able  to  march.''" 

The  prisoners  were  afterwards  exchanged  by  the  French. 

From  this  time  on  in  the  Avar  the  Rangers  operated  in  larger 
bodies  and  in  more  important  movements.  All  the  companies 
were  concentrated  at  Fort  Edward.  Rogers  was  raised  to  the  rank 
of  major.    Their  history  during  the  years  of  175S  and  1759  is 


140 


INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


full  of  romance,  adventure,  and  excitement.  When  we  pass  it 
over,  we  leave  out  their  heroic  service  in  the  fatal  attack  of  the 
British  on  Fort  Ticonderoga,  from  which  the  army  retreated, 
leaving  two  thousand  of  their  number  slain.  We  omit,  too,  the 
thrilling  story  of  their  exploits  in  the  triumphant  expedition 
against  Crown  Point.  In  these  movements  the  Rangers  formed 
a  part  of  the  general  army,  whose  defeats  and  victories  are  a 
part  of  history. 

When  the  British  occupied  Crown  Point,  they  dispatched  a 
messenger  with  a  flag  of  truce  and  proposals  of  peace  to  the 
St.  Francis  Indians.  They  dwelt  in  the  heart  of  Canada,  mid- 
way between  Montreal  and  Quebec,  at  a  point  three  miles  from 
the  St.  Lawrence  River.  They  were  notoriously  attached  to 
the  French,  and  no  other  six  tribes  of  Indians  combined  had 
done  the  English  more  injury  than  the  single  one  of  St.  Fran- 
cis. Their  unspeakable  ferocity,  their  exhaustless  hatred  and 
malicious  industry,  had  resulted  in  the  murder  of  over  six  hun- 
dred colonists  during  the  years  of  the  war.  On  the  13th  of 
September  the  commandant  of  Crown  Point  learned  that  his 
messenger,  bearing  the  flag  of  truce,  had  been  coolly  taken 
prisoner  and  subjected  to  insult  and  indignity.  Shortly  after 
receipt  of  this  news  an  orderly  handed  Major  Rogers  the 
following  :  ^ 

"  You  are  this  night  to  take  a  detachment  of  two  hundred 
picked  Rangers  and  proceed  to  Missisqui  Bay,  from  which  you 
will  proceed  to  attack  the  enemy  at  the  settlements  of  the  St. 
Francis  Indians,  on  the  south  side  of  the  St.  Lawrence  River, 
in  such  a  manner  as  shall  most  effectually  disgrace  and  injure 
the  enemy  and  redound  to  the  honor  and  success  of  his  maj- 
esty's arms.  Remember  the  barbarities  committed  by  the 
enemy's  Indian  scoundrels  on  every  occasion  where  they  have 
had  opportunities  of  showing  their  infamous  cruelties  toward 
his  majesty's  subjects.  Take  your  revenge,  but  remember 
that,  although  the  villains  have  promiscuously  murdered  women 
and  children  of  all  ages,  it  is  my  order  that  no  women  or  chil- 


ROGERS'S  RAXGERS. 


141 


(Ireii  should  be  killed  or  hurt.  AVlien  you  have  performed 
this  service,  you  will  again  join  the  army,  wherever  it  may  be. 

"  Yours,  etc., 

"Jeff,  Axherst. 

Camp  at  Crown  Point,  Sept.  13,  1759. 
"  To  Major  Sogers.  " 

What  a  commission!  Two  hundred  men  ordered  to  make 
a  journey  of  more  than  three  hundred  miles,  through  a  country 
barren  of  j^rovisions,  and  occupied  by  the  whole  French  and 
Indian  army  of  fifteen  thousand  men;  when  at  that  distance 
from  support  and  their  base  of  supplies,  to  attack  and  destroy 
by  stealth  a  powerful  tribe  of  Indians,  which  had  Ijeen  a  terror 
throuo'h  the  whole  war,  and  after  all  this  to  effect  a  retreat 
by  the  same  tremendous  journey,  only  through  a  hostile 
country  aroused  by  a  knowledge  of  their  presence,  and  exerting 
every  effort  to  destroy  them. 

That  night  as  the  moon  arose  the  little  band  sallied  from 
the  fort,  and,  with  firm  tread  and  rigid  countenances,  swiftly 
embarked  in  a  fleet  of  canoes.  Their  progress  down  the  lake 
was  itself  one  of  difficultv  and  danQ;er.  Its  waters  were 
jDatrolled  incessantly  by  hostile  schooners,  armed  with  cannon, 
and  other  mischievous  engines  of  war,  for  the  discovery  and 
destruction  of  the  English.  By  night  only  did  the  Eangers 
advance. 

On  the  fifth  day  a  keg  of  gunpowder  exj)loded  in  their 
camp,  injuring  a  number  of  men,  who,  together  with  some 
sick,  were  forced  to  return  to  Crown  Point,  making  a  defection 
of  forty-four  men,  one  fourth  of  the  entire  company.  At  the 
end  of  ten  days,  Rogers,  having  successfully  eluded  the  enemy, 
landed  at  Missisqui  Bay.  Here  he  stored  the  boats  and  provi- 
sions enough  to  take  the  Rangers  back  to  Crown  Point.  Two 
trusty  Indians  were  left  in  charge,  ^^dth  orders  to  remain  until 
their  return,  unless  the  enemy  should  discover  the  boats  and 
strike  the  trail  of  the  Eangers.  In  this  case  the  two  guards 
were  to  follow  the  Rangers  at  the  top  of  their  speed,  bringing 
the  fatal  news. 


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INDIAN  TkAGBDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


On  the  evening  of  the  second  day,  as  the  Rangers  went 
into  camp,  the  two  Indians  left  behind  came  running  in,  breath- 
less and  excited.  Four  hundred  French  and  Indians  had  dis- 
covered the  boats  and  destroyed  them,  and  two  hundred  of 
them  were  now  in  pursuit  of  the  Rangers.  "This,"  says  the 
dauntless  Rogers,  "  caused  us  some  uneasiness.  Should  the 
enemy  overtake  us,  and  we  have  the  advantage  in  an  encounter, 
they  would  be  immediately  re-enforced,  while  we  could  expect 
no  assistance,  being  so  far  advanced  beyond  our  military  posts ; 
and  our  boats  and  provision  likewise  being  taken,  cut  off  all 
hope  of  retreat  by  the  route  w^e  came." 

A  hurried  council  of  war  was  held.  The  situation  was  des- 
perate. But  the  motto  of  Rogers  was,  In  boldness  lies  safety." 
It  was  determined  to  push  on  to  their  destination,  at  the  high- 
est possible  speed,  avoiding  an  encounter,  simply  by  out-march- 
ing their  pursuers,  strike  their  blow  at  the  St.  Francis  settle- 
ments, and  retreat  quickly.  The  survivors  were  to  make  their 
way  back  by  the  roundabout  route  of  the  Connecticut  River. 
Lieutenant  McMullen  was  dispatched  to  Crown  Point,  to  inform 
General  Amherst  of  the  disaster,  and  have  him  send  relief  and 
provisions  at  the  Ammonoosuck  River,  "  that  being  the  way  we 
should  return,  if  Ave  ever  did  return  at  all." 

These  arrangements  were  quickly  made.  McMullen,  with  a 
small  sack  of  food,  started  back  on  his  lonely  journey  to  Crown 
Point ;  the  others  hurriedly  prepared  for  the  race  with  their 
pursuers.  No  sleep  that  night;  the  sunrise  must  find  them 
many  a  mile  on  their  way.  Much  of  the  time  they  advanced 
in  double  quick  time,  the  hardy  Rangers  being  able  to  run  for 
hours  in  a  sort  of  dog- trot.  After  the  first  night's  march  they 
uniformly  began  their  day's  advance  one  hour  before  dawn,  and 
continued  it  without  halt,  their  meals  being  eaten  as  they 
marched,  until  one  hour  after  dark. 

Nine  days  they  marched  through  a  spruce  bog,  where  the 
ground  was  low  and  swampy,  the  greater  part  being  covered 
with  water  a  foot  deep.    When  the  weary  Rangers  encamped 


ROGERS'S  RAXGERS. 


at  night,  il  was  necessary  to  go  into  the  darkened  forest  and 
cut  boughs  from  the  trees  and  construct  a  kind  of  hammock  to 
protect  themselves  from  the  water.  The  day  before  their  des- 
tination was  reached;  they  came  upon  the  8t.  Francis  River, 
w-ith  its  sw^ift  current.  Phacing  the  tallest  men  up  stream,  and 
joining  hands  in  a  single  line,  the  entire  company  passed  the 
ford  in  safety.  Their  only  loss  w^as  a  few  guns,  wdiich  were 
recovered  by  diving  to  the  bottom  of  the  river.  Tow^ards  even- 
ing of  the  twenty-second  day  from  their  departure  from  Crown 
Point,  wdien  the  scout,  as  usual,  climbed  a  tall  tree  for  recon- 
noissance,  he  saw^  at  a  distance  of  three  miles  the  unconscious 
village  of  the  St.  Francis  Indians,  over  which  hung  the  light- 
ning-charged clouds  of  doom. 

The  Rangers  w^ere  ordered  to  refresh  themselves,  and  pre- 
pare for  action  on  the  following  morning.  Every  gun  was 
carefully  dried  and  freshly  loaded ;  ammunition  bags  were 
replenished,  and  such  readjustment  of  clothing  made  as  was 
possible.  While  the  men  rolled  themselves  in  their  blankets 
for  a  sound  sleep,  Rogers  and  two  trusty  companions  stole  out 
under  the  starry  sky  tow^ards  the  fated  settlement.  As  they 
drew^  softlv  near,  wild  shouts  of  merriment  issued  from  the 
wigwams.  Around  enormous  fires  were  dancing  in  frantic  glee 
hilarious  circles  of  warriors  and  maidens.  It  was  a  wedding 
dance.  These  wild  Indians  had  turned  aside,  for  the  moment, 
from  thoughts  of  war  and  bloodshed  to  the  mild  gentleness  of 
love.  A  noble  brave  had  chosen  to  himself  a  dusky  bride.  The 
chord  of  sentiment  touched  at  the  incident  still  trembled  respon- 
sive in  the  savage  breasts.  Their  festivities  were  bright,  inno- 
cent, and  happy,  shining  like  a  star  in  the  midst  of  all  the  gloom 
and  blackness  of  their  lives. 

All  unconscious  of  their  danger,  the  dance  went  on,  each 
moment  with  madder,  merrier  glee.  The  squaws  ran  about, 
serving  to  all  who  w^ished  the  rare  bounties  of  the  wedding 
feast.  The  old  men  stood  apart  from  the  rcA^elers,  smoking 
their  pipes.    Ever  and  anon  their  stately  dignity  gave  way  to 


144  INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 

unwonted  outbursts  of  hideous  laughter.  Within  the  wigwam 
of  the  bride  and  groom,  was  dispensed  with  careless  hand  the 
blazing  draughts  of  rum  to  the  happy  throng. 

At  last  these  potations  began  to  have  their  effect.  One  after 
another  of  the  braves  staggered  to  his  wigwam,  and  sunk  into 
drunken  slumber.  The  fires  burned  lower.  The  circle  of  dan- 
cers grew  smaller,  until  only  a  handful  of  uproarious  fellows 
and  their  girls  kept  up  their  shrieking  orgies.  At  two  o'clock 
in  the  morning  Rogers  and  his  companions  returned  quickly  to 
their  camp.  A  shake  of  the  shoulder  and  a  whispered  command 
roused  each  sleeping  Ranger  to  his  feet.  Blankets  were  hastily 
rolled  up,  packs  adjusted,  and  guns  examined.  A  frugal  meal 
was  eaten  standing. 

By  three  o'clock  the  Rangers  were  in  motion  for  the  village. 
With  stealthy  step  they  advanced  to  within  a  quarter  of  a  mile. 
Another  halt  was  made.  Rogers  crawled  forward  to  make 
another  reconnoissance.  Meanwhile  the  men  lay  flat  on  their 
faces.  At  five  o'clock  Rogers  returned.  The  feast  had  ended. 
The  last  reveler  was  wrapped  in  oblivion,  and  the  entire  settle- 
ment was  asleep.  The  Rangers  were  disencumbered  of  all  their 
packs.  Weapons  formed  their  only  load.  The  men  were  formed 
in  three  columns.  They  were  to  fall  on  the  settlement  on  three 
sides  at  once. 

The  first  faint  flush  of  dawn  reddening  the  east  had  only 
obscured  a  few  stars  as  the  men  moved  rapidly  forward  through 
the  frosty  air.  When  the  settlement  was  reached  each  man 
knew  his  work.  The  nearest  wigwams  were  entered.  In  a 
moment  the  throat  of  every  sleeping  warrior  was  cut  from  ear 
to  ear.  The  knife  only  was  used  as  yet.  No  guns  were  fired. 
In  this  way  the  deadly  Rangers  had  massacred  two-thirds  of 
the  warriors  in  the  settlement  before  a  single  note  of  alarm. 
Many  children  and  squaws,  who  slept  soundly,  were  left  undis- 
turbed. Such  was  the  case  with  the  new  bride,  whom  they 
found  locked  in  her  husband's  arms.  Poor  sleeper ;  too  soon, 
alas,  too  soon,  would  she  awaken  to  find  all  joy,  all  light,  all 


ROGER'S  RANQtKS  ON  LAKE  UtORUE. 


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MOGERS'S  HANGERS. 


loA-e,  gone  out  from  life.  If,  perchance,  a  child's  wide  wonder- 
ing eyes  opened  as  the  glittering  knife  swept  across  its  father's 
throat,  it  was  the  work  of  an  instant  to  gag  its  mouth  and  hand 
it  over  as  a  prisoner.  . 

At  last,  the  groans  of  some  dying  brave,  or  the  screams  of 
an  awakened  squaw,  gave  the  alarm.  Small  time  was  there  for 
the  warriors  to  reach  for  weapons.  Their  only  safety  lay  in 
flight.  Only  one  side  lay  open ;  that  was  the  river.  But  as 
the  canoes  of  the  frightened  savages  pushed  out  into  the  cur- 
rent, the  swift  messengers  of  lead  sped  from  the  gun  of  the 
destroyers  and  stilled  every  noble  form  in  death.  Five  English 
captives  were  found  and  rescued.  The  scalps  of  more  than  six 
hundred  murdered  white  men  hung  from  the  wigwam  poles. 
These  sights  were  not  unnoticed  by  the  Rangers.  Snatching 
brands  from  the  smouldering  embers  of  the  wedding  fires,  the 
wigwams  were  ignited.  Black  volumes  of  smoke,  pierced  by 
forked  tongues  of  flame,  rolled  upward  to  the  peaceful  sky  of 
the  morning,  and  draped  its  blue  canopy  with  the  mournful 
color  which  all  the  world  has  chosen  for  the  sign  of  sorrow. 

By  seven  o'clock,  with  the  exception  of  three  wigwams,  pre- 
served for  their  own  shelter,  the  Rangers  had  utterly  destroyed 
the  village  and  its  inhabitants.  Two  hundred  wariors  had  been 
slain,  while  of  their  own  number  but  one  had  been  killed  and 
two  or  three  wounded.  From  their  prisoners,  who,  excepting 
two  Indian  boys  and  three  girls,  were  shortly  set  at  liberty, 
Rogers  learned  that  his  pursuers  had  missed  him;  but  that 
their  messengers  had  sent  word  of  his  approach  ;  that  only  four 
miles  down  the  river  were  a  force  of  five  hundred  French  and 
Indians,  waiting  at  a  settlement  which  was  supposed  to  be 
Rogers's  destination,  instead  of  the  St.  Francis  settlement. 
While  this  examination  took  place,  the  Rangers  supplied  them- 
selves with  corn  from  the  granaries  of  the  village.  A  council 
of  war  determined  that  instant  retreat  by  way  of  the  Connecticut 
River  and  Number  Four  must  be  begun. 

The  hardships  of  the  retreat  fur  exceeded  those  of  the 


INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


147 


advance.  The  way  led  over  barren  mountains  and  through 
endless  swamps.  In  one  of  these  morasses,  trusting  an  Indian 
squaw  for  guidance,  they  were  led  about  three  days,  and  brought 
back  to  their  own  tracks,  to  gain  time  for  their  pursuers.  After 
eight  days'  travel,  provisions  gave  out,  and  the  Rangers  divided 
into  small  companies  of  eight  or  ten  each,  for  procuring  sub- 
sistence from  roots  and  berries. 

One  of  these  detachments,  lingering  behind  the  rest,  was 
surprised  by  the  enemy,  and  seven  of  their  men  taken  prisoner. 
Two  other  detachments,  similarly  attacked,  had  nearly  all  their 
number  slain.  Some  of  the  men,  being  still  in  fair  condition, 
preferred  to  make  their  Avay  directly  to  Crowai  Point.  The 
bulk  of  the  company,  however,  was  to  rendezvous  at  the  mouth 
of  the  Ammonoosuck  River,  a  hundred  miles  above  Number 
Four  (now  Charleston,  New  Hampshire),  W'here  Rogers  con- 
fidently expected  provisions  and  relief,  in  accordance  wdth  the 
message  sent  to  Crow^n  Point  by  McMullen,  after  the  new^s  of 
the  destruction  of  their  boats. 

When  at  last  the  straggling  companies  of  wretched  men 
reached  the  rendezvous,  they  found  camp  fires  still  burning,  but 
no  succor.  They  fired  their  guns,  and  shouted  for  help,  but 
only  the  mocking  echoes  of  the  forest  answered  them.  Not 
till  some  time  later  did  they  learn  that  in  accordance  with 
McMuUen's  message  provisions  had  been  sent  to  this  spot  in 
charge  of  a  Lieutenant  Stevens.  Arriving  there  and  not  find- 
ing Rogers,  the  fellow^  thought  proper,  after  w^aiting  only  two 
days,  to  return,  taking  his  provisions  with  him.  His  departure 
took  place  just  two  hours  before  the  exhausted  and  famished 
Rangers  arrived.  The  signal  guns  fired  by  the  latter  were 
heard  by  Stevens,  but  only  served  to  hasten  his  march,  as  he 
believed  them  to  be  fired  by  Indians. 

The  disappointment  was  cruel.  It  was  evident  that  the 
men  who,  nerved  by  the  hope  of  succor,  had  exhausted  all  their 
little  remaining  strength  to  reach  this  point,  could  proceed  no 
farther.    Relief  must  be  had,  or  the  whole  party  die  in  the 


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EOGERS'S  BANGERS. 


wilderness.  "In  this  emergency,"  says  Rogers,  "I  resolved  to 
make  the  best  of  my  way  to  Number  Four,  leaving  the  remainder 
of  the  party,  now  unable  to  proceed  any  farther,  to  obtain  such 
/  wretched  subsistence  as  the  wilderness  afforded,  until  I  could 
relieve  them,  which  I  promised  to  do  in  ten  days.  Captain 
Ogden,  myself,  and  a  captive  Indian  boy,  embarked  upon  a  raft 
of  dry  pine  trees.  The  current  carried  us  down  the  stream  in  the 
middle  of  the  river,  where  we  kept  our  miserable  vessel  with 
such  paddles  as  could  be  split  and  hewn  with  small  hatchets. 

"  The  second  day  we  reached  White  River  Falls,  and  very 
narrowly  escaped  running  over  them.  The  raft  went  over,  and 
was  lost,  but  our  remaining  strength  enable^  us  to  land  and 
march  by  the  falls.  At  the  foot  of  them  Captain  Ogden  and 
the  Ranger  killed  some  red  squirrels,  and  also  a  partridge,  while 
I  attempted  to  construct  another  raft.  Not  being  able  to  cut 
the  trees,  I  burnt  them  down,  and  burnt  them  at  proper  lengths. 
This  was  our  third  day's  work  after  leaving  our  companions. 

"  The  next  day  we  floated  down  to  Nattoquichie  Falls,  which 
are  about  fifty  yards  in  length.  Here  we  landed,  and  Captain 
Ogden  held  the  raft  by  a  withe  of  hazel  bushes,  while  I  went 
below  the  falls  to  swim  in,  board,  and  paddle  it  ashore ;  this 
being  our  only  hope  for  life,  as  we  had  not  strength  sufficient 
to  make  a  new  raft  should  this  be  lost.  I  succeeded  in  secur- 
ing it,  and  next  morning  we  floated  down  within  a  short  dis- 
tance of  Number  Four.  Here  we  found  several  men  cutting 
timber,  who  relieved  and  assisted  us  to  the  fort.  A  canoe 
was  immediatly  dispatched  up  the  river  with  provisions,  which 
reached  the  men  at  Coos  in  four  days  after,  which,  according  to 
my  agreement,  was  the  tenth  after  I  left  them.  Two  days 
afterwards  I  went  up  the  river  with  two  other  canoes  to  relieve 
others  of  my  party  who  might  be  coming  that  way." 

Relief  parties  were  also  sent  out  in  other  directions  to  hunt 
up  stragglers.  Slowly  the  haggard  men  were  gathered  at  the 
fort  at  Number  Four.  It  was  two  months  before  they  had 
recovered  sufficiently  to  proceed  to  Crown  Point.     ;  : .  . 


UDIAX  TRAGEDIES  AXD  EOMAXCES. 


U9 


With  tliis  story  of  the  uiiforttiiiate  expedition  against  the 
St.  Francis  Indians,  a  military  exploit  which,  for  boldness  and 
dexterity,  is  hardly  ecjualed  in  the  history  of  onr  countrv.  our 
recital  of  the  stury  uf  Ilogers's  E.angers  must  close.  Thev 
contintted  their  operations  until  the  close  of  the  war  in  1760. 
when  they  were  directed  to  take  formal  possession  of  all  the 
French  forts  Avest  of  the  Alleghanies,  in  accordance  with  their 
surrender  by  France. 

After  performing  this  duty  with  approA'ed  success.  Major 
Rogers  Avent  to  England.  Avliere  he  resided  till  the  opening  of 
the  pLeA'olutionary  AVar.  He  then  returned  to  America,  and 
visited  the  American  camp,  hut  was  refused  admission  by  Gen- 
eral Washington.  Avho  suspected  him  as  a  British  tpy.  Rogers 
was.  however,  visited  by  Colonel  Stark,  and  other  old  Rangers, 
Avho  had  since  enlisted  in  the  catise  of  the  colonies.  He  seemed 
greatly  chagrined  by  Washington's  treatment,  and  soon  after 
joined  Lord  Howe.  Avho  commanded  the  British  army.  In  a 
short  time,  however,  he  returned  to  England,  and  never  again 
A-isited  the  land  in  Avhich  he  had  Avon  undying  fame.  It  Avas 
the  opinion  of  Greneral  Stark,  and  other  friends,  that  Washing- 
toir  misjudged  Rogers,  and  that  he  Avottld  have  proved  a  true 
and  valuable  soldier  in  the  American  army  had  he  not  been 
mistrusted.  He  Avas  denounced  as  a  Tory  before  he  had  declared 
his  principles = 


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INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  MOMANCEiS, 


CHAPTER  IV. 

THE  AMBITION  OF  PONTIAC. 

HE  web  of  history  is  woven  from  the  countless 
threads  of  individual  lives.  Its  pattern  is  con- 
trolled by  the  genius  of  great  men. 

Pontiac  was  the  chief  of  the  mighty  con- 
federacy of  the  Ottowas,  the  Ojibwas,  and  the 
Pottawotamies,  Avhich  had  its  center  of  power 
in  what  is  now  the  State  of  Michigan.  But 
the  genius  of  the  mighty  chief  had  spread  his 
fame  and  influence,  not  merely  through  the  confederacy,  nor  yet 
alone  to  the  surrounding  tribes,  but  over  the  greater  part  of  the 
continent. 

On  the  east  his  name  was  respectfully  mentioned  among 
the  Indians  of  the  Mohawk  Valley  as  that  of  their  greatest 
foe.  Far  to  the  South,  the  wandering  tribes  of  Florida  and 
Louisiana,  had  heard  of  the  unapproachable  prowess  of  Pontiac, 
and  looked  up  to  him  as  the  greatest  of  all  the  Algonquin 
chiefs.  His  intellect  was  broad,  powerful,  and  far-seeing.  In 
him  were  combined  the  qualities  of  a  great  leader,  a  great  war- 
rior, and  a  great  statesman.  His  plans  continually  reached  out 
beyond  the  narrow  limits  of  his  tribe.  His  ambitions  vaulted 
far  beyond  the  scope  of  those  of  common  chieftains.  His  under- 
standing rose  to  higher  generalizations,  broader  comprehensions, 
than  those  of  any  other  Indian  mind.  In  1760  he  was  fifty 
years  old,  just  at  the  meridian  of  nil  his  splendid  powers. 

Grreat  minds  require  great  opportunities.  The  wortd  is  full 
of  wasted  genius.    "Hands  that  the  rod  of  empire  might  have 


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swayed,"  are  to  be  found  holding  the  plow-handle  and  the 
plane.  Cromwell  without  the  English  Revolution,  Washington 
without  the  Revolutionary  war,  Grant  without  the  Civil  war, 
would  have  been  indistinguishable  from  the  common  throng 
of  men. 

Pontiac  was  great.  He  also  had  great  opportunities.  Let 
us  take  a  survey. 

The  English  had  conquered  America.  The  French,  the  idols 
of  the  Indian  heart,  to  support  whose  cause  the  remotest  tribes 
of  the  north  and  west  had  furnished  quotas  of  vvarriors,  trav- 
eling hundreds  upon  hundreds  of  miles  to  strike  a  blow  at  the 
English,  were  humiliated,  driven  from  the  continent. 

From  the  small  and  widely  separated  forts  along  the  lakes 
and  in  the  interior  the  red  men  had,  with  sorrow  and  anger, 
seen  the  fleur-de-lis  disappear  and  the  cross  of  St.  George  take 
its  place.  This  took  place,  although  the  Indian  power  was 
unbroken.  Toward  the  intruders,  victors  over  their  friends, 
patrons,  and  allies,  the  Indians  maintained  a  stubborn  resent- 
ment and  hostility. 

We  have  already  noticed  the  difference  in  the  policies  of 
the  French  and  English.  The  abundant  supplies  of  rifles, 
blankets,  gunpowder,  beads,  pipes,  and  brandy,  which  had  for 
so  many  years  been  dispensed  from  the  forts  with  lavish  hand, 
were  abruptly  stopped.  When  the  Indians  visited  the  forts, 
instead  of  being  treated  with  politic  attention  and  politeness, 
they  were  received  gruffly,  subjected  to  indignities,  and  not 
infrequently  helped  out  of  the  fort  with  the  butt  of  a  sentry's 
musket  or  a  vigorous  kick  from  an  officer. 

In  addition  to  these  things  the  wilderness  was  overrun  with 
brutal  English  traders,  who  plundered,  cheated  and  cursed  the 
warriors,  dishonored  their  squawks,  and  indulged  in  every  form 
of  profligacy.  The  best  settlers  tried  to  break  this  up,  some- 
times stopping  a  m.ad  revel  by  force  of  arms.  Such  a  scene  is 
presented  in  the  opposite  picture.  Meanwhile  France,  still 
smarting  under  her  defeats,  dispatched  emissaries  to  almost 


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every  council  house  and  wigwam  from  the  lakes  to  the  gulf, 
saying  that  French  armies  were  already  on  their  way  to  drive 
out  the  English,  and  inciting  the  Indians  to  inflict  swift  and 
bloody  revenge  upon  the  foes  of  France. 

Lashed  almost  into  frenzy  by  these  agencies,  still  another 
disturbing  influence  appeared  in  a  great  Indian  prophet,  who 
arose  among  the  Delawares,  preaching  the  recovery  of  the 
Indian's  hunting  grounds  from  the  white  man,  and  claiming  to 
have  received  a  revelation  from  God.  Vast  throngs  listened  to 
his  wild  eloquence,  his  audience  containing  hearers  who  had 
come  from  distant  regions  to  hear  him.  The  white  man  was 
driving  the  Indians  from  their  country,  he  said,  and  unless  the 
Indians  obeyed  the  Great  Spirit,  and  destroyed  the  white  man, 
then  the  latter  would  destroy  them. 

This  was  the  state  of  affairs  among  the  Indians  in  1761  and 
1762.  Everywhere  was  discontent,  sullen  hatred,  and  explosive 
passion.  The  shadows  of  the  forest  were  not  blacker  than  the 
ominous  darkness  which  pervaded  the  Indian  breast.  This 
was  not  local,  but  was  far  more  nearly  universal,  spreading 
from  tlie  lakes  to  the  gulf,  than  any  other  Indian  disturbance 
before  or  since. 

It  is  impossible  to  say  how  much  of  this  state  of  affairs  was 
due  to  Pontiac's  designing  intrigue  and  instigation,  and  how 
much  of  it  arose  spontaneously.  We  can  not  tell  whether  Pon- 
tiac  made  it,  or  whether  it  made  Pontiac.  Certain  it  is  that 
Pontiac  maintained  close  relations  with  the  great  Shawanese 
prophet.  However  this  may  be,  we  are  certain  of  two  things, 
that  it  constituted  Pontiac's  opportunity,  and  that  but  for  his 
genius  the  whole  mighty  ferment  would  have  evaporated  in  a 
few  scattering  Indian  raids. 

While  these  things  moved  the  common  Indian,  the  vision  of 
the  great  and  wise  Pontiac  took  a  wider  scope,  and  was  inspired 
by  loftier  notions  than  a  mere  resentment  at  the  failure  of  the 
presents  and  the  summary  treatment  of  idle  loungers  about  the 
forts.    He  saw  that  as  long  as  France  and  England  had  been 


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oi^posecl  to  each  other  in  America,  the  Indians  had  held  the  bal- 
ance of  power,  and  received  the  treatment  which  their  impor- 
tance merited.  But  now  that  England  had  no  longer  a  rival,  the 
Indians  were  spurned  and  crowded  to  the  wall.  This  he  saw 
must  result  in  the  destruction  of  the  race,  unless  France  could 
regain  her  foothold  on  the  continent.  This  became  his  ambi- 
tion. To  this  end  he  conceived  and  concerted  the  most  w^on- 
derful  conspiracy,  taking  into  view  the  surroundings  and  cir- 
cumstances, upon  which  the  historians  toil  has  shed  the  light 
of  dixy. 

Toward  the  close  of  1762,  dark  messengers  from  Pontiac, 
bearing  the  war  belt  of  wampum,  broad  and  long  as  the  import- 
ance of  the  occasion  demanded,  threaded  their  way  through  the 
forest  to  the  farthest  shores  of  Lake  Superior,  and  the  distant 
delta  of  the  Mississippi.  On  the  arrival  of  these  ambassadors 
among  a  tribe,  the  chief  warriors  would  assemble  in  the  council 
house.  Then  the  orator,  flinging  down  the  red-stained  toma- 
hawk before  his  audience,  would  deliver,  wuth  energetic  emphasis 
and  action,  the  message  from  his  lord.  The  keynote  was  War  ! 
On  a  certain  day  in  May,  after  so  many  moons,  the  Indians 
from  lakes  to  gulf,  were  to  take  the  Avar-path  simultaneously, 
destroy  the  English  fort  nearest  them,  and  then  throw  them- 
selves on  the  unprotected  frontier. 

The  bugle  call  of  such  a  mighty  leader  as  Pontiac  roused 
the  remotest  tribes.  Everyw^here  they  joined  the  conspiracy, 
and  sent  lofty  messages  to  Pontiac  of  the  deeds  they  would  per- 
form. The  ordinary  pursuits  of  life  were  given  up.  The  war- 
riors danced  the  war-dance  for  weeks  at  a  time.  Squaws  were 
set  to  sharpening  knives,  moulding  bullets,  and  mixing  war-paint. 
Children  caught  the  fever,  and  practiced  incessantly  with  bows 
and  arrows. 

For  the  one  time  in  their  history,  a  thousand  wild  and  rest- 
less tribes  were  animated  by  a  single  inspiration  and  purpose. 
That  which  was  incapable  of  union,  united.  Conjurors  practiced 
their  arts,    Magicians  consulted  their  oracles.    Prophets  avowed 


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revelations  from  the  Most  High.  Warriors  withdrew  to  caves 
and  fastnesses,  where,  with  fasting  and  self-torture,  they  wrought 
themselves  into  more  fearful  excitement  and  mania.  Young  men 
sought  to  raise  their  courage  by  eating  raw  flesh  and  drinking 
hot  blood.  Tall  chieftains,  crowned  with  nodding  plumes,  ha- 
rangued their  followers  nightly,  striking  every  chord  of  revenge, 
glory,  avarice,  pride,  patriotism,  and  love,  which  trembled  in  the 
savage  breast. 

As  the  orator  approached  his  climax,  he  would  leap  into  the 
air,  brandishing  his  hatchet  as  if  rushing  upon  an  enemy,  yell- 
ing the  war-whoop,  throwing  himself  into  a  thousand  postures, 
his  eyes  aflame,  his  muscles  strained  and  knotted,  his  face  a 
thunderstorm  of  passion,  as  if  in  the  actual  struggle.  At  last, 
with  a  triumphant  shout,  he  brandishes  aloft  the  scalp  of  the 
imaginary  victim.  His  eloquence  is  irresistible.  His  audience 
is  convulsed  with  passionate  interest,  and  sways  like  trees  tossed 
in  the  tempest.  At  last,  the  whole  assembly,  fired  with  uncon- 
trollable frenzy,  rush  together  in  the  ring,  leaping,  stamping,  yell- 
ing, brandishing  knives  and  hatchets  in  the  firelight,  hacking  and 
stabbing  the  air,  until  the  lonely  midnight  forest  is  transformed 
into  a  howling  pandemonium  of  devils,  from  whose  fearful 
uproar  the  startled  animals,  miles  away,  flee  frightened  into 
remoter  lairs. 

The  time  fur  the  bursting  of  the  storm  drew  near.  Yet  at 
only  one  place  on  the  frontier  was  there  the  least  suspicion  of 
Indian  disturbance.  The  garrisons  of  the  exposed  forts  reposed 
in  fancied  security.  The  arch  conspirator,  Pontiac,  had  breathed 
the  breath  of  life  into  a  vast  conspiracy,  whose  ramifications 
spread  their  network  over  a  region  of  country  of  which  the 
north-western  and  south-eastern  extremities  were  nearly  two 
thousand  miles  apart.  Yet  the  traders,  hunters,  scouts,  and 
trappers  who  were  right  among  the  Indians,  and  were  versed  in 
the  signs  of  approaching  trouble,  suspected  nothing  wrong. 
Colossal  conspiracy !    Stupendous  deceit ! 

On  the  27th  of  April,  1763,  Pontiac  met  the  chiefs  of  the 


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allied  tribes,  from  far  and  near,  in  a  grand  war  council,  on  the 
banks  of  the  little  river,  Etorces,  not  far  from  Detroit.  Park- 
man  gives  a  vivid  picture  of  the  assembly,  as  band  after  band 
came  straggling  in  before  the  appointed  time.  "  Here  were  idle 
warriors,  smoking  and  laughing  in  groups,  or  beguiling  the  lazy 
hours  with  gambling,  with  feasting,  or  with  doubtful  stories  of 
their  own  exploits  in  war.  Here  were  youthful  gallants,  bediz- 
ened with  all  the  foppery  of  beads,  feathers,  and  hawks'  bills, 
but  held,  as  yet,  in  light  esteem,  since  they  had  slain  no  enemy, 
and  taken  no  scalp.  Here  also  were  young  damsels,  radiant  with 
bears'  oil,  ruddy  with  vermilion,  and  versed  in  all  the  arts  of 
forest  coquetry;  shriveled  hags,  Avith  limbs  of  wire,  and  voices 
like  those  of  the  screech  owls  ;  and  troops  of  naked  children, 
with  small,  black,  mischievous  eyes,  roaming  the  outskirts  of  the 
woods. 

"On  the  long  expected  morning,  heralds  passed  from  one 
group  of  lodges  to  another,  calling  the  warriors  in  loud  voice  to 
attend  the  great  council  before  Pontiac.  In  accordance  with  the 
summons  they  came  issuing  from  their  wigwams — the  tall,  naked 
figures  of  the  wild  Ojibwas,  with  quivers  slung  at  their  backs, 
and  light  war-clubs  resting  in  the  hollow  of  their  arms  ;  Otta- 
was,  wrapped  close  in  their  gaudy  blankets  ;  Wyandots,  flutter- 
ing in  painted  shirts,  their  heads  adorned  with  feathers,  and 
their  leggins  garnished  with  bells.  All  were  soon  seated  in  a 
wide  circle  upon  the  grass,  row  within  row,  a  grave  and  silent 
assembly.  Each  savage  countenance  seemed  carved  in  wood, 
and  none  could  have  detected  the  deep  and  fiery  passions  hid- 
den beneath  that  immovable  exterior. 

"Then  Pontiac  rose.  According  to  tradition,  not  above  mid- 
dle height,  his  muscular  figure  was  cast  in  a  mould  of  remark- 
able symmetry  and  vigor.  His  complexion  was  darker  than  is 
usual  with  his  race,  and  his  features,  though  by  no  means 
regular,  had  a  bold  and  stern  expression,  while  his  habitual 
bearing  was  imperious  and  peremptory,  like  that  of  a  man 
accustomed  to  sweep  away  all  opposition  by  the  force  of  his 


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impetuous  will.  His  ordinary  attire  was  that  of  the  primitive 
savage,  a  scanty  cincture  girt  about  his  loins,  and  his  long  black 
hair  flowing  loosely  at  his  back;  but  on  occasions  like  this  he 
was  wont  to  appear  as  befitted  his  power  and  character,  and  he 
stood  before  the  council,  plumed  and  painted  in  the  full  costume 
of  war.  Looking  round  upon  his  wild  auditors,  he  began  to 
speak,  with  fierce  gesture  and  loud  impassioned  xoice." 

Parkman's  story  of  the  council  reminds  one  of  the  council 
of  infernal  peers  in  Pandemonium,  as  described  by  Milton.  One 
naturally  expects  Pontiac,  this  Moloch  of  the  forest,  to  begin, 
"My  sentence  is  for  open  war,"  and  the  expectation  is  fulfilled. 
He  inveighed  against  the  arrogance,  rapacity,  and  injustice  of 
the  English,  and  contrasted  them  with  the  French,  whom  they 
had  driven  from  the  soil.  He  recounted  the  neglect,  the  insults, 
the  outrages,  which  he  and  his  braves  had  suffered  at  their  hands. 
He  pointed  out  how  the  English,  no  longer  having  the  French 
to  contend  with,  had  not  only  ceased  to  treat  the  Indians  with 
respect,  but  had  stolen  their  hunting-grounds,  and  awaited  only 
a  chance  to  destroy  them.  Next  he  showed  them  an  immense 
belt  of  wampum,  saying  that  he  had  received  it  from  the  French 
king,  whose  armies  and  war-canoes  were  already  on  the  way  to 
sail  up  the  St.  Lawrence,  and  retake  the  forts  from  the  English. 
The  Indians  and  their  French  brothers  would  again  fight  side 
by  side  against  the  common  foe,  whose  waving  banners  had 
long,  long  ago  been  trailed  in  the  bloody  mire  of  defeat  on 
the  Monongahela. 

The  orator  having  lashed  his  audience  into  fury,  quickly 
soothed  them  with  the  story  of  a  Delaware  Indian,  probably 
the  prophet  before  mentioned,  who  had  had  a  dream,  in  which 
it  was  revealed  to  him  that,  by  traveling  in  a  certain  direction, 
he  would  at  length  reach  the  abode  of  the  Great  Spirit. 

After  many  days  of  journeying,  full  of  strange  incidents,  he 
saw  before  him  a  vast  mountain  of  dazzling  whiteness,  so  pre- 
cipitous that  he  was  about  to  turn  back  in  despair  when  a 
beautiful  woman,  arrayed  in  white,  appeared  to  him,  and  told 


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him  that,  in  order  to  proceed  he  must  throw  away  his  gun, 
ammunition,  provision  and  clothing,  and  wash  in  a  stream  of 
crystalline  purity,  flowing  near  by.  He  obeyed,  but  again 
failed  to  climb  the  mountain,  when  the  vision  reappeared  and 
told  him  he  must  climb  with  one  hand  and  foot.  So  doing,  he 
succeeded,  and  at  last  came  to  a  city  of  splendid  dwellings. 
Hesitating  which  to  enter,  a  man,  gorgeously  attired,  took  him 
by  the  hand,  and  led  him  into  the  largest  one,  where,  astonished 
by  the  unspeakable  splendor  which  surrounded  him.  the  poor 
Delaware  found  himself  in  the  presence  of  the  Great  Spirit. 

The  Great  Spirit  bade  him  to  be  seated,  and  addressed  him, 
saying  that  he  was  the  Maker  of  heaven  and  earth,  that  he 
had  made  this  country  for  the  Indian,  and  not  for  the  white 
man ;  that  as  for  the  English,  ^*  these  dogs  dressed  in  red,"  the 
Indians  must  lift  the  hatchet  against  them,  and  destroy  them 
from  the  face  of  the  earth.  Many  other  things  did  the  Great 
Spirit  say  to  the  Delaware  before  the  latter  found  his  way 
back  to  his  brothers.  Pontiac  next  told  the  wide-laid  plans  for 
the  outbreak  during  the  next  moon,  urged  his  auditors  to  go  to 
war,  and,  finally,  laid  before  the  vast  council  a  stratagem  for 
the  capture  of  Detroit. 

He  ended.  A  deep  roar  of  applause  burst  forth.  No  one 
was  hardy  enough  to  venture  opposition  to  the  proposal  of  their 
great  leader.  Chief  after  chief  arose,  and  with  solemn  empha- 
sis, entered  his  approval  of  the  great  Pontiac's  conspiracy. 

"  The  bold  design 
Pleased  highly  those  infernal  states,  and  joy 
Sparkled  in  all  their  eyes.    With  full  assent 
They  vote." 

*^With  this  conclusion  the  assembly  dissolved,  and  all  the 
evening  the  women  were  busily  employed  in  loading  the  canoes, 
which  were  drawn  up  on  the  bank  of  the  stream.  The  encamp- 
ments broke  up  at  so  early  an  hour,  that  when  the  sun  rose,  the 
swarm  had  melted  away,  the  secluded  scene  was  restored  to  its 
wonted  silence  and  solitude,  and  nothing  remained  but  the  slen- 


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(ler  frame-work  of  several  hundred  cabins,  with  fragments  of 
broken  utensils,  pieces  of  cloth,  and  scraps  of  hide,  scattered 
over  the  trampled  grass,  while  the  smoldering  embers  of  num- 
berless fires  mingled  their  dark  smoke  with  the  white  mist  which 
lose  from  the  little  river/' 

In  1763,  the  site  of  the  city  of  Detroit,  Michigan,  was  oc- 
cupied by  a  settlement  of  some  twenty-five  hundred  people.  In 
the  center  of  the  long  line  of  dwellings,  with  their  little  gardens, 
straggling  along  the  river  shore  for  several  miles,  stood  what  was 
known  as  the  Fort.  It  was,  in  fact,  a  fortified  part  of  the  town. 
It  consisted  of  a  palisade  twenty-five  feet  high,  with  a  bastion 
at  each  corner,  and  block-houses  over  the  gates.  Within  this 
palisade  were  crowded  a  hundred  small,  wooden,  straw-thatched 
dwellings,  crowded  closely  together,  along  narrow  streets.  Be- 
sides these  incommodious  dwellings,  there  was  a  little  church, 
a  council-house,  and  a  well-built  range  of  barracks.  A  wide 
roadway  separated  the  houses  from  the  palisade. 

The  garrison  of  the  fort  consisted  of  one  hundred  and 
twenty  English  soldiers,  under  Major  Gladwyn.  Besides  these, 
were  forty  fur-traders,  and  the  ordinary  Canadian  residents  of 
the  fort.  Several  light  pieces  of  artillery  peeped  out  from  the 
bastions,  and  two  armed  schooners,  the  Beaver  and  the  Gladwyn^ 
stood  motionless  in  the  stream.  The  settlement  outside  the  fort, 
stretching  out  more  than  eight  miles  along  both  sides  of  the 
river,  consisted  of  the  dwellings  of  Canadians,  and  three  Indian 
villages. 

It  was  the  afternoon  of  the  5th  of  May.  A  Canadian  woman 
from  the  fort  crossed  the  river  to  the  Ottawa  village,  to  buy 
some  maple  sugar  and  venison.  She  noticed  some  warriors  in 
a  strange  occupation.  They  were  filing  off  their  gun-barrels. 
This  left  the  entire  weapon,  stock  and  all,  only  a  yard  in 
length.  Such  a  weapon  could  easily  be  hid  under  a  blanket. 
That  night  the  woman  mentioned  it  to  a  neighbor.  "  Oh," 
said  he,  "  that  explains  it."  "  Explains  what  ?  "  "  The  reason 
why  so  many  Indians  have  lately  wanted  to  borrow  my  files." 


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He  was  a  blacksinitli.  Xo  more  attention  was  paid  to  either 
circumstance. 

The  next  afternoon  a  plump  and  pretty  Ojibwa  maid  came 
to  the  fort.  She  was  Gladwyii\s  mistress.  But  this  time  Cath- 
erine's eyes  no  longer  sparkled  with  pleasure  and  excitement. 
Her  face  was  anxious,  and  her  look  furtive.  She  lingered  long 
at  the  gate  till  she  could  speak  to  G-ladwyn  alone. 

The  major  at  once  saw  that  the  girl  knew  something  which 
she  feared,  yet  longed  to  tell.     He  caressed  her.  and  souoht  to 


CATHERINE  REVEALS  THE  CONSPIRACY  TO  GLADWYN. 

win  her  secret,  but  it  was  not  for  a  long  while,  and  under  sol- 
emn promises  that  she  should  not  be  betrayed,  that  the  dusky 
sweetheart  spoke.  She  said  that  on  the  morrow  Pontiac  would 
come  to  the  fort  with  sixty  chiefs,  and  demand  a  council.  Each 
would-  be  armed  Avith  a  gun.  cut  short  and  hidden  under  his 
blanket.  "When  all  were  assembled  in  the  council-house,  at  a  given 
signal  from  Pontiac.  the  chiefs  woiUd  fire  on  the  officers,  then  rush 
out  and  massacre  the  garrison.    Gladwyn  believed  the  maid. 

She  went  back  to  her  people.  The  guards  that  night  were 
doubled.    At  times  the  watchers  on  the  walls  heard  unwonted 


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sounds,  borne  to  them  on  the  night  wind  from  the  distant  vil- 
lages of  the  Indians.  They  were  the  steady  beat  of  the  Indian 
drum,  and  the  shrill  choruses  of  the  war-dance. 

At  the  expected  hour,  Pontiac  came,  followed  in  single  file 
by  his  sixty  chiefs.  Each  was  wrapped  to  the  throat  in  his 
gaudy  blanket,  his  face  smeared  with  paint,  and  his  head 
adorned  with  nodding  plumes.  The  leader  started  as  he  saw 
the  soldiers  drawn  up  in  line,  and  heard  the  ominous  tap  of 
the  drum. 

The  council  took  place,  but  under  the  encircling  guns  of  the 
soldiers.  Pontiac  saw  that  the  plot  was  discovered.  The  signal 
for  attack  was  not  given.  After  a  short  and  uneasy  sitting,  he 
and  his  chiefs  withdrew  with  marked  discomfiture  and  appre- 
hension. Better  far  had  it  been  if  Gladwyn  had  made  prisoners 
of  the  chiefs  of  the  conspiracy.  But  he  knew  nothing  of  the 
extent  of  the  plot.  He  supposed  it  to  be  a  fit  of  bad  temper. 
He  allowed  his  enemies,  and  the  arch-conspirator,  Pontiac,  to 
slip  through  his  fingers.  Enraged  at  his  defeat,  and  shrewdly 
perceiving  Gladwyn's  ignorance  of  the  real  situation,  Pontiac 
returned  the  next  day,  to  remove  the  suspicions  of  the  garrison 
by  smoking  the  pipe  of  peace. 

On  the  9th  of  May  a  great  throng  of  Indians  appeared 
before  the  fort.  Pontiac  was  told  that  he  might  enter,  but 
his  company  must  be  excluded.  Instantly  the  savage  threw 
off  the  mask  of  deceit  he  had  worn  so  long,  and,  casting  one 
look  of  unspeakable  rage  and  hate  at  the  fort,  he  strode  away 
across  the  plain.  At  his  approach,  the  whole  horde  of  savages 
rushed  to  an  exposed  cabin,  where  lived  an  old  English  woman 
and  her  family.  The  doors  were  beaten  in,  and  the  inmates 
tomahawked.  On  a  neighboring  island  lived  an  Englishman 
named  Fisher.    In  a  few  moments  he,  too,  was  murdered. 

That  night,  while  the  garrison  watched  with  sleepless  appre- 
hension, the  whole  Ottawa  village  was  removed  to  that  side  of 
the  river  on  which  stood  the  fort.  "We  will  be  nearer  them," 
said  Pontiac.    A  messenger  arrived  at  the  fort  with  news.  Two 


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Engiislinieii  had  been  murdered  uri  Lake  St.  Clair,  and  Pontiac 
had  been  re-ent'orced  by  the  whole  war  strength  of  the  Ojibwas. 

The  garrison  passed  the  night  in  feverish  anxiety.  Xot  till 
the  blush  of  dawn  tinged  the  eastern  sky  did  the  fierce  In- 
dians, yelling  with  infernal  power,  come  bounding  naked  to  the 
assault ;  but  when  they  came  it  was  not  the  Ottawas  alone,  but 
the  Wyandots,  the  Pottawattamies  and  Ojibwas  as  well.  For 
six  hours  the  cautious  Indians,  from  behind  trees,  logs,  and 
cabins,  showered  their  rifle-balls  upon  the  fort  with  slight  effect; 
and  for  the  same  time  the  garrison  ineffectually  returned  the 
compliment.  When  the  disappointed  savages  withdrew,  Glad- 
wyn,  believing  the  affair  ended,  dispatched  La  Butte,  a  neutral 
interpreter,  accompanied  by  two  old  Canadians,  to  open  negoti- 
tions.  Numbers  of  the  Canadian  inhabitants  took  this  oppor- 
tunity of  leaving  the  place. 

Pontiac  received  the  three  ambassadors  politely,  and  heard 
their  offers  of  peace  with  apparent  acquiescence.  La  Butte 
hastened  back  to  the  fort,  reporting  that  a  few  presents  would 
fix  up  the  difficulty,  but  when  he  returned  to  Pontiac  he  found 
the  negotiation  had  made  no  progress.  After  a  consultation  with 
his  chiefs,  the  treacherous  Pontiac  said  that  he  desired  Major 
Campbell,  the  veteran  soldier,  second  in  command  at  the  fort,  to 
come.  When  the  word  reached  Campbell,  he  prepared  at  once 
to  go,  in  spite  of  Grladwyn's  fear  of  treachery.  The  officer's 
companion  was  Lieutenant  McDougal.  A  Canadian  met  them, 
and  warned  them  that  they  were  advancing  into  the  lion's  jaws, 
but  the  brave  officers  refused  to  turn  back. 

As  they  entered  the  camp,  a  howling  mob,  armed  with  clubs 
and  rocks,  surrounded  them,  but  Pontiac  quelled  the  tumult, 
and  conducted  them  to  the  council-house,  where  they  were  sur- 
rounded by  sinister  faces.  Campbell  made  his  speech.  There 
was  no  reply.  For  an  hour  he  waited  in  dead  silence  before 
the  steady  gaze  of  his  dark-browed  enemies.  Not  a  chief 
deigned  to  open  his  mouth. 

At  last  Campbell  rose  to  go.    Pontiac  made  an  imperious 


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gesture  for  him  to  resume  his  seat.  "  My  father,"  said  the  wily 
traitor,  "will  sleep  to-night  in  the  lodges  of  his  red  children." 
Campbell  expostulated,  he  argued  the  matter  to  Pontiac  with 
enforced  calmness.  Useless — he  was  a  captive.  Late  that 
night  La  Butte  returned  with  anxious  face  to  the  fort.  Some 
of  the  officers  suspected  him,  no  doubt  unjustly,  of  a  share  in 
the  treachery.  Feeling  the  suspicion,  he  stood  in  the  narrow 
street,  gloomy  and  silent,  refusing  all  efforts  at  conversation. 

Pontiac  proceeded  to  redistribute  his  forces.  One  band  hid 
in  ambush  along  the  river  below  the  fort.  Others  surrounded 
the  fort  on  the  land  side.  The  garrison  had  only  three  weeks' 
provisions.  The  Lidians  intended  that  this  stock  should  not  be 
replenished.  Every  house  in  the  fort  was  searched  for  grease, 
tallow,  or  whatever  would  serve  for  food.  Whatever  was  found 
was  placed  in  the  public  storehouse. 

The  Indians,  unused  to  protracted  sieges,  also  suffered  from 
want  of  provisions.  The  Canadian  settlers  were  ruthlessly 
despoiled  of  their  stores.  Aggravated  beyond  endurance,  they 
complained  to  Pontiac.  He  heard  them.  After  that,  each  set- 
tler was  required  to  contribute  a  certain  quantity  of  food  daily 
to  the  Indians,  but  it  was  to  be  deposited  in  a  certain  place.  If 
any  Indian  entered  a  Canadian's  premises,  he  was  shot. 

These  dispositions  on  the  part  of  Pontiac  reveal  his  genius 
for  command.  He  was  an  Indian  Napoleon.  He  did  another 
thing.  After  he  had  visited  the  house  of  each  Canadian,  examined 
the  property,  and  assigned  the  amount  of  provision  to  be  fur- 
nished by  the  owner,  he  found  he  had  nothing  with  which  to  pay 
for  it.  In  this  emergency  he  hit  upon  a  remarkable  expedient. 
He  issued  promissory  notes,  drawn  upon  birch  bark,  and  signed 
with  the  figure  of  an  otter,  the  totem  to  which  he  belonged. 
These  notes  were  afterwards  faithfully  redeemed.  This  incident 
is  wonderful.  The  whole  principle  of  paper  money,  the  great 
resource  of  modern  statesmanship,  was  utilized  by  this  savage. 
It  was  an  issue  of  greenbacks — -a  war  measure. 

Pontiac  kept  two  secretaries,  one  to  write  letters,  one  to  read 


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those  received.  Neither  secretary  knew  what  the  other  trans- 
acted. It  is  to  be  remembered  that  Pontiac  maintained  his 
ascendancy  among  the  Indians  by  the  sheer  force  of  his  genius. 
Accident,  birth,  fortune,  laws,  institutions,  the  power  of  the 
government — all  these  things  which  make  and  help  the  leaders 
in  a  civilized  country,  were  wanting.  One  day  a  bottle  of 
whisky  was  sent  Pontiac  as  a  present  by  our  old  friend,  Rogers, 
of  Rogers's  Rangers,  who  was  in  the  fort.  His  counselors 
urged  him  to  let  it  alone,  for  fear  of  poison.  As  usual,  he 
listened  respectfully  to  them.  Then  he  at  once  drank  a  large 
cupful,  saying  the  man  had  no  power  to  kill  him. 

Weeks  rolled  by  with  no  change  in  the  situation.  Unawares 
of  any  trouble  at  Detroit,  the  British  commander-in-chief  at 
New  York,  had,  as  usual  in  the  spring,  sent  a  detachment  up 
the  lakes  with  food,  ammunition,  and  re-enforcements  for  the 
forts  along  the  lakes.  In  order  to  hasten  this  flotilla  the 
schooner  Gladwyn  was  dispatched  down  the  river.  On  the 
30th  of  May  some  faint  specks  appeared  on  the  watery  horizon. 
They  grew  larger  and  blacker.  The  sentry  in  the  bastion  called 
aloud  to  the  officers,  who  eagerly  ran  to  look  Avith  spy-glasses. 
They  recognized  the  banner  of  St.  George,  under  cover  of  which 
advanced  the  expected  fleet  of  canoes.  Quick^  joyous  com- 
mands were  given  for  a  salute  of  welcome. 

When  the  sound  of  the  booming  cannon  of  the  fort  died 
away,  every  ear  was  strained  to  catch  the  response.  It  came, 
faint  but  unmistakable — a  war-whoop,  and  not  a  salvo  of 
artillery.  The  faces  of  the  watchers  grew  pale.  The  approach- 
ing flotilla  was  watched  with  breathless  anxiety.  When  it  was 
well  in  view,  a  number  of  dark  and  savage  forms  rose  up  in  the 
leading  canoe.  The  truth  was  manifest.  The  flotilla  was  in 
the  hands  of  the  Indians.  In  the  foremost  of  the  eighteen 
canoes,  there  were  four  prisoners  and  only  three  Indians.  In 
each  of  the  others  there  were  more  savages  than  white  men. 
These  latter  were  forced  to  row. 

Just  as  the  leading  canoe  was  opposite  the  small  schooner, 


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which  hiy  at  ciiichur  before  the  fort,  one  of  t]ie  white  men  was 
seen  to  seize  the  first  savage  by  the  hair  and  throw  him  over- 
>Mjard.  The  Indian  cluttdied  his  adversary's  clothes,  and  stabbing 
him  again  and  again,  dragged  him  into  the  river,  and  hocked  in 
a  death  embrace,  the  two  floated  down  the  stream.  The  two 
remaining  Indians  jumped  overboard,  wliile  the  prisoners  pulled 
desperately  towartl  the  schooner,  whi'di  they  succeded  in  ]>3ach- 
ing.  amid  showers  of  bullets  from  the  jmi'stiinii'  canoes. 

The  poor  fellows  told  the  -tory  r,\'  tlieir  mi-lbrtuu''.  After 
coastino'  for  davs.  without  seeing-  a  >mn  uf  life.  tliL^  soldiers  had 
landed  for  a  night  encampment,  when  they  were  surrounded  by 
savages.  Mud.  after  fi  de^ji^u-fite  ti^lii.  oA'priMiwcr^'d.  A>  was 
afterward.-  di- covered,  only  three,  including  the  commander. 
Lieutenant  Cuyler.  escaped. 

The  Indians  besieging  Detroit  noAV  had  two  causes  for 
rejoieing.  One  was  the  whisky  of  which  the  canoes,  among 
other  supplies,  of  course,  brought  large  rjuantities  for  the  garri- 
sons. The  other  source  of  pleasure  wa-  the  captives.  Every 
Indian  took  his  choice,  either  to  became  drunk  with  liquor  or 
intoxicated  with  the  fiercer  frenzA'  of  massacre,  it  was  a 
puzzling  alternative.  Many  chose  the  latter.  After  every 
species  of  torture  and  butchery,  the  poor,  mutilated  corpses 
were  thrown  into  the  river,  with  knives  sticking  in  their  hearts. 
Floating  past  the  fort,  they  were  seen  by  its  defenders.  The 
gloom  of  de>pair  settled  upon  them.  At  any  time  the  slender 
palisade  might  be  cut  or  burned  through,  and  then  — ■ — ! 

Throngs  of  Indians,  having  proceeded  to  get  blindly  drunk 
on  whisky,  sought  consolation  for  their  sorrow  at  not  being 
partieipants  in  the  massacre.  This  they  found  in  biting  off 
each  other's  noses,  a  cheerful  and  amusing  sport.  But  even 
this  hilarious  fim  grew  monotonous.  Then  they  organized  a 
massacre  of  their  own.  Having  no  captives  to  kill,  they  killed 
each  other. 

One  afternoon  the  famished  and  anxious  garrison  heard  the 
'li-^)ii;i]  ih';i th-('r\'.    A  line  of  nakrtl  wn.rriors  extended  across  the 


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THE  AMBITION  OF  PONTIAC. 


plain.  Each  savage  was  painted  black,  and  carried  a  pole.  At 
the  end  of  the  poles  were  small,  fluttering  pennants.  An  officer 
ran  for  a  spy-glass.  The  pennants  were  discovered  to  be  the 
scalps  of  white  men.    What  had  happened  ? 

That  night  a  Canadian  crossed  the  river  to  the  fort,  bearing 
the  tidings.  Fort  Sandusky  was  about  seventy  miles  south- 
east of  Detroit.  Its  garrison  was  commanded  by  Ensign  PaulJy. 
About  dark,  on  the  evening  of  May  16th,  there  had  been  a 
knocking  at  the  gates.  It  proved  to  be  a  few  Indians.  It  was 
a  time  of  peace.  The  Indians  were  well  known  to  Paully. 
What  was  more  natural  than  to  admit  them?  The  dark  visitors 
were  seated  in  a  circle  in  the  council-house.  The  pipe  of  peace 
was  being  handed  from  mouth  to  mouth.  Suddenly  the  guests 
sprang  up,  and  in  a  hand  to  hand  conflict  butchered  or  over- 
pov/ered  the  garrison.  As  the  commander  was  hurried  away 
in  a  canoe,  he  saw  the  fort  wrapped  in  flames,  where  he  had, 
fifteen  minutes  before,  commanded  in  as  he  supposed  monotonous 
security. 

Twenty-five  miles  south  of  the  present  town  of  Erie,  then 
Presqu  'Isle,  stood  a  heavy  block-house,  known  as  Fort  Le  Boeuf. 
Simultaneously  with  the  treachery  at  S  nidusky,  a  multitude  of 
howling  savages  surrounded  the  little  post.  By  means  of  blaz- 
ing arrows  the  roof  was  fired.  As  the  flames  swept  through 
the  structure,  the  savages  poured  in  a  continuous  storm  of  l)alls, 
expecting  each  m_oment  that  the  garrison  must  be  driven  from 
the  building. 

The  brave  men,  however,  chopped  a,  hole  through  the  heavy 
logs  in  the  rear  of  the  building,  and  escaped,  while  the  Indians 
were  still  covering  the  doors  and  windows  with  their  guns.  The 
refugees  made  their  way  to  Fort  Venango,  to  find  only  a  heap 
of  red-hot  coals.  Of  this  post,  not  a  single  white  man  survived 
to  tell  the  story  of  its  fate.  Overcome  with  suffering  and  starva- 
tion, most  of  the  desolate  band  from  Le  Bcjeuf  perished.  Only 
seven 'haggard  and  weary  men  succeeded  in  reaching  Fort  Pill, 

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167 


of  combination  which  its  creator  possessed  are  demonstrated  by 
the  widely  separated  points  at  which  the  smoklering  flames  of 
Indian  hostility  simultaneously  burst  through  the  thin  crust  of 
peace.  Fort  St.  Joseph  stood  on  the  river  of  that  name  near 
the  southern  shore  of  Lake  Michigan.  Here  the  priests  of  the 
Roman  Catholic  Church  had.  for  many  years,  maintained  a  rude 
temple  of  worship.  Here,  in  the  solitude  of  the  wilderness,  the 
toil-worn  fathers  labored,  without  recompense,  to  plant  in  the 
savage  heart  the  germ  of  Christian  faith. 

One  May  morning  a  crowd  of  Indians  pushed  their  way  into 
the  fort  under  various  pretexts.  At  a  sudden  signal,  they  ran 
to  the  gates,  tomahawked  the  sentinels,  and  threw  them  open  to 
a  host  of  savages  without.  The  little  band  of  fourteen  soldiers 
made  a  fluttering  attempt  to  rally,  but  in  less  than  two  minutes, 
as.  an  eye-witness  says,  eleven  of  them  were  corpses,  and  the  re- 
maining three  made  captives.  - 

Everywhere  the  Indian  attack  was  made  by  stratagem  and 
treachery.  Everywhere  their  devilish  ingenuity  was  successful. 
Fort  Ouatanon,  situated  on  the  Wabash  river,  a  short  distance 
below  the  present  flourishing  and  aristocratic  city  of  Lafayette, 
was  captured  in  this  w^ay.  The,  Indians,  however,  did  not 
massacre  the  garrison.  They  were  merely  made  captives. 
About  midway  between  Sandusky,  St.  Joseph,  and  Ouatanon, 
that  is,  about  one  hundred  and  twenty-five  or  fifty  miles  from 
each  of  them,  on  the  Maumee  river,  stood  another  one  of  these 
lonely  and  isolated  wilderness  posts — Fort  Miami. 

One  morning  an  Indian  girl,  a  favorite  of  the  commanding 
officer.  Holmes,  came  to  the  fort.  I'nlike  the  Ojibwa  maid  at 
Detroit,  this  girl  came  to  lure  her  lovei*  into  a  trap.  An  old 
squaw,  she  said,  was  lying  sick  in  a  wigwam,  a  short  distance 
from  the  fort,  and  she  begged  Holmes  to  come  and  see  if  he 
could  do  any  thing  for  her.  The  unsuspecting  officer  yielded  to 
the  request.  As  he  entered  the  lodge  where  the  sick  squaw  was 
supposed  to  lie.  a  dozen  rifles  were  discharged,  and  he  fell  dead. 
A  sergeant,  hearing  the  shots,  ran  out  of  the  fort  to  see  what 


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was  the  matter,  and  met  a  similar  fate.  The  panic-stricken  gar- 
rison, possessing  no  longer  a  leader,  threw  open  the  gates  and 
surrendered. 

The  news  of  these  disasters  poured  in  thick  and  fast  upon 
the  horror-stricken  garrison  at  Detroit.  It  seemed  to  them  that 
the  whole  fabric  of  English  supremacy  in  the  wilderness  was 
falling  around  them.  In  the  great  San  Domingo  insurrection 
of  slaves,  Toussaint  L'Ouverture,  their  great  leader,  took  a  cup 
full  of  gunpowder,  and  placed  a  few  grains  of  rice  on  top. 
Showing  it  to  his  officers,  he  said:  "The  black  grains  of  powder 
are  the  multitudes  of  negroes  on  the  island.  The  few  white 
grains  of  rice  on  top  are  the  few  white  men  who  are  our 
masters."  Shaking  the  cup,  the  rice  was  quickly  overwhelmed 
and  covered  by  the  powder.  "  This,"  said  he,  "  is  the  negro 
rebellion."  The  illustration  applies  equally  to  the  situation  of 
the  defenders  of  Detroit  at  the  time  of  which  we  write.  But 
the  w^orst  news  was  yet  to  come. 

Fort  Presqu  'Isle,  standing  near  the  present  site  of  Erie, 
was  constructed  on  the  lake  shore,  at  the  mouth  of  a  small 
brook.  At  one  angle  of  the  fort  was  a  heavy  block-house.  Its 
roof  was  of  bark,  and  easily  fired,  but  on  the  comb  was  an 
opening,  with  a  small  bulwark  of  plank,  where  the  guard  could, 
from  behind  this  partial  protection,  pour  water  on  the  flames. 
One  lovely  June  morning,  just  as  the  rising  sun  shot  his  hori- 
zontal rays  far  across  the  blue  expanse  of  Erie,  tipping  each 
wave  with  gold,  hideous  yells  broke  the  silence  of  the  lonely 
spot.    The  soldiers,  catching  the  alarm,  ran  to  the  block-house. 

Two  hundred  Indians  had  surrounded  the  post,  and  from  be- 
hind some  neighboring  ridges  of  land  discharged  their  guns  at 
every  opening  visible  in  the  walls  of  the  block-house.  In  a 
short  time  fire  arrows  were  showered  on  the  roof.  Again  and 
again  it  burst  into  flames.  Again  and  again  they  were  extin- 
guished. The  tireless  savages  rolled  logs  to  the  summit  of  the 
ridges,  and  from  these  loftier  barricades  were  enabled  to  com- 
mand every  point  in  the  parade  ground.    Hour  after  hour  the 


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soldiers  returned  the  shots  of  the  savages.  About  two  o'clock 
the  besiegers  could  be  seen  throwing  up  vast  heaps  of  earth  and 
stone  behind  their  breastworks.    What  did  it  mean?    A  mine? 

The  garrison  had  no  time  to  speculate  on  this  problem.  A 
more  pressing  danger  was  at  hand.  It  w^as  no  longer  possible 
to  procure  water  from  the  w^ell  in  the  parade  ground.  The 
water  barrels  in  the  block-house  w^ere  almost  empty.  Yet 
almost  every  moment  the  flames  curled  upward  from  the  bark 
roof.  The  only  resource  was  to  dig  a  well  in  the  block-house. 
While  a  part  of  the  men  discharged  their  heated  muskets  from 
the  port-holes,  the  rest,  with  a  strength  inspired  by  the  emer- 
gency, dug  a  hole  in  the  ground.  Before  the  well  was  finished 
the  last  drop  of  water  w^as  poured  on  the  roof.  It  caught  again. 
A  soldier  said,  "  I  will  put  it  out."  He  crawled  out  on  the  roof, 
amid  a  storm  of  balls,  and  tore  the  blazing  shingle  from  its 
place. 

Night  came,  but  it  brought  little  respite  for  the  worn  men. 
Some  slept,  while  the  others  watched.  All  night  long  the  flash 
of  the  enemy's  guns  startled  the  darkness.  By  morning  the  well 
was  finished.  It  was  fortunate !  The  savages  had  dug  a  mine 
to  the  commandant's  cabin,  which  stood  in  the  parade-ground. 
The  building  was  fired.  So  close  did  it  stand  to  the  block- 
house, that  the  walls  of  the  latter  scorched,  blackened,  then 
burst  into  flames.  Still  the  men  passed  w^ater  up  from  the. 
well,  and  choked  and  blinded  with  the  hot,  sulphurous  air  of 
their  wooden  redoubt,  fought  wdth  all  the  fury  of  the  first 
repulse. 

All  day  the  storm  raged,  and  nightfall  brought  no  interrup- 
tion. At  midnight  there  was  a  sudden  lull  in  the  Indian  fire.  In 
a  moment  a  voice  was  heard  from  the  breastworks,  calling  for  a 
surrender,  saying  that  the  speaker  w\as  an  Englishman,  who  had 
been  taken  captive  in  childhood,  and  had  espoused  the  Indian 
cause;  that  the  besiegers  had  now  completed  a  mine  to  the 
block-house  itself,  making  its  destruction  certain;  that  a  surren- 
der would  save  the  garrison's  lives,  while  further  resistance 


ITU  THE  AMBITION  OF  FONTIAC. 

would  result  in  certain  death.  At  daybreak,  the  pale  and  hag- 
gard defenders  of  the  block-house  looking,  after  their  fiery 
ordeal,  almost  like  blackened  specters,  marched  out  and  surren- 
dered.   They  were  made  captive,  but  not  massacred. 

The  news  at  Detroit  of  the  fall  of  Presqu  'Isle  was  only 
surpassed  in  tragic  importance  by  that  of  the  fall  of  Michilli- 
mackinac. 

The  pleasure  seeker  who  spends  a  summer  on  the  lovely 
Island  of  Mackinaw,  with  its  white  cliffs,  its  piny  woods,  its 
Tower  Rock,"  and  Devil's  Kitchen,"  its  old  fort  and  venera- 
ble hotels,  its  meandering  drives,  and  all  the  quiet  scenes  which 
go  to  make  up  the  Mackinaw  of  to=day,  is  impressed  with  a 
sense  of  its  antiquity.  The  prevailing  air  of  decay,  the  old- 
time  buildings  of  the  Old  Mission  and  Island  House  hotels,  the 
quaint  manners  of  the  resident  population,  the  rotting  sail  boats, 
which  lie  at  abandoned  wharves,  all  tend  to  make  this  impression. 

The  old  fort  looks  as  if  it  had  been  built  in  some  remote 
age.  Every  thing  is  antique,  quiet,  un-American.  Our  summer 
traveler  is  completely  shut  in  from  the  roar  and  bustle  of  the 
busy  world.  Mails  come  twice  a  week,  or  rather  did  a  year  or 
two  ago,  when  the  writer  spent  a  summer  there.  The  only 
event  of  the  day  is  the  arrival  of  some  steamer.  One  feels  as 
if  the  clock  had  been  turned  back  a  hundred  years. 

Drinking  in  the  pure  and  bracing  atmosphere,  indulging  in 
such  quiet  sports  as  the  place  affords,  he  soon  learns  to  love 
the  island.  Sometimes  he  spends  a  dny  in  fishing.  More  often 
he  wanders  with  some  friends  through  the  woods.  Now  he 
joins  his  lady  friends,  and  visiting  the  few  little  stores,  inspects 
the  stocks  of  Indian  ware.  Birch  bark  canoes,  from  six  inches 
to  three  feet  long,  pipes,  kows  and  arrows,  birch  baskets,  all 
these  he  finds  in  immense  quantities. 

Lower  down  on  the  island  he  will  find  the  shanties  of  the 
Indians  who  manufacture  these  articles.  Stolid,  copper-colored 
men,  with  straight,  black  hair,  everlastingly  smoking  tobacco 
pipes,  lounge  around  on  benches  in  the  open  air  on  a  summer 


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ITi 


day.  Now  and  then  a  grunt  or  a  guttural  ejaculation  breaks 
the  silence.  That  is  all.  They  look  sullen  and  sad.  Too 
infinitely  lazy  to  do  any  work,  they  seem  simply  to  be  waiting, 
waiting  the  extinction  of  their  race.  Yet  these  are  the  descend- 
ants of  the  fierce  Ojibwas,  whose  principal  village  occupied  the 
Island  of  Mackinaw  in  the  year  1763. 

So  the  air  of  antiquity  which  hangs  about  Mackinaw  is  an 
illusion.  In  1763  no  white  man  resided  on  the  island.  It  was 
the  home  of  the  terrible  Ojibwa  chief.  Fifteen  miles  to  the 
south,  across  the  beautiful  straits,  in  which  the  blue  waters  of 
Michimin  meet  and  minale  with  the  fresh  tides  of  Huron,  near 
the  site  of  old  Mackinaw,  stood  the  fort  of  Michillimackinac,  at 
the  time  of  which  we  write. 

This  post  was  in  1763  nearly  a  hundred  years  old,  while  the 
Island  of  Mackinaw  was  yet  only  the  seat  of  an  Indian  town. 
Parkman  describes  the  post  as  it  was  on  the  eventful  morning 
of  June  4,  1763.  The  houses  and  barracks,  containing  thirty 
families,  and  a  garrison  of  thirty-five  men,  were  arranged  in  a 
square,  inclosing  a  considerable  area.  Outside  of  this  square 
was  a  larger  one,  formed  by  the  high  palisades.  "In  the  vacant 
space  inclosed  by  the  houses,  appeared  the  red  uniforms  of 
British  soldiers,  the  gray  coats  of  Canadians,  and  the  gaudy 
blankets  of  Indians,  mingled  in  picturesque  confusion.  Women 
and  children  were  moving  about  the  doors;  knots  of  Canadian 
voyagers  reclined  on  the  ground,  smoking  and  conversing; 
soldiers  were  lounging  listlessly  at  the  doors  and  windows  of 
the  barracks,  or  strolling  in  undress  about  the  area." 

There  was  absolutely  no  suspicion  of  danger.  Yet  the  gar- 
rison had  had  warnings  plain  enough  to  put  the  British  on  their 
guard.  Several  Canadians  had  warned  them  that  the  Indians 
were  plotting  their  destruction.  The  commander  of  the  fort, 
Captain  Etherington,  did  not  overlook  these  warnings.  He 
threatened  to  send  the  next  alarmist  in  chains  to  Detroit !  Only 
the  day  before  the  tragic  fourth  of  June  an  Indian  named 
Wawatam,  who  had  taken  a  fancy  to  Alexander  Henry,  a  trader. 


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who  was  in  the  fort,  came  over  and  first  advised,  then  urged, 
and  finally  begged  Henry,  on  his  knees,  to  leave  the  fort  that 
night.    In  vain  !  .  '  « . 

All  that  day  unusual  throngs  of  Indians  had  visited  the 
fort.  Their  special  demand  was  for  guns,  hatchets,  and  knives. 
Valuable  articles  of  jewelry  were  also  called  for,  the  place  of  their 
keeping  carefully  marked,  and  then  the  treacherous  customers 
would  leave,  saying,  "We  will  call  to-morroAV."  This  remark 
was  deeply  significant.    What  was  the  real  state  of  affairs? 

The  news  of  Pontiac's  attack  on  Detroit,  at  the  head  of  the 
Ottawas  and  their  neighbors,  had  inflamed  the  Ojibwas  of  Mack- 
inaw. With  the  exception  of  the  tribes  around  Detroit,  the 
State  of  Michigan  was  occupied  by  the  Ottawas  and  Ojibwas. 
Their  territory  was  separated  about  equally  by  a  line  running 
south  from  Michillimackinac.  The  western,  or  Ottawa,  tribe 
had  their  principal  village,  L'Arbre  Croche,  on  what  is  now 
Little  Traverse  Bay.  At  the  head  of  this  lovely  inlet  now 
stands  the  bustling  town  of  Petosky,  while  a  pocket  in  the 
shore  of  the  bay  forms  a  quiet  harbor  which  the  wildest  storm 
scarcely  ripples.  The  spot  where  now  stands  the  microscopic 
settlement  of  Harbor  Springs  was  once  occupied  by  the  popu- 
lous lodges  of  the  Ottawas. 

The  original  plan  was  for  the  warriors  of  L'Arbre  Croche  to 
V   unite  with  the  Ojibwas  of  Mackinaw  in  the  attack  on  the  fort. 
But  so  jealous  were  the  latter  that  they  resolved  on  carrying 
out  the  plot  without  telling  their  neighbors. 

The  scene  outside  the  fort  on  the  morning  of  June  4,  1763, 
was  quite  different  from  that  we  have  described  within  the 
palisade.  The  plain  in  front  was  covered  by  throngs  of  Indians 
engaged  in  ball  playing.  The  gates  of  the  palisade  were  wide 
open.  Groups  of  soldiers  stood  in  the  shade  of  the  palisade 
looking  at  the  sport.  Most  of  them  were  without  their  arms. 
Sober  Indian  chiefs  stood  as  if  intently  watching  the  fortunes 
of  the  game.  In  fact,  however,  their  thoughts  were  far  other- 
wise employed.    Large  numbers  of  squaws  also  mingled  in  the 


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throng,  collecting  chiefly  near  the  open  gates.  In  spite  of  the 
warm  day  they  were  wrapped  to  the  throat  in  ])lankets.  The 
game  of  ball  or  baggattaway  was  between  the  Ojibwas  and  the 
neighboring  Sacs.  At  either  extremity  of  the  open  ground 
stood  a  post,  which  constituted  the  station  of  one  of  the  parties. 
Except  that  the  ball  was  smaller  and  that  a  bat  much  like  those 
used  m  lawn  tennis  served  instead  of  the  kick,  the  game  was 
identical  with  our  well  known  foot-ball. 

The  ball  was  started  from  the  middle  of  the  ground,  and  the 
game  was  for  each  side  to  keep  it  from  touching  their  own  post, 
and  drive  it  against  that  of  their  adversaries.  The  game  was 
played  on  this  morning  with  unprecedented  fury  and  abandon. 
Hundreds  of  naked  Indians  were  running,  jumping,  bounding 
over  each  other,  turning  hand-springs,  executing  aerial  somer- 
saults, striking  with  the  bats,  tripping  each  other  up.  every 
way,  any  way,  to  get  at  the  ball  and  foil  the  adversary.  Now 
they  surged  together  in  a  knotted  mass,  struggling  furiously  for 
the  ball;  now  the  sphere  rose  high  in  air,  with  the  players 
bounding  after  it  like  hounds,  with  hilarious  uproar. 

Suddenly  the  ball  rose  high,  and  descending  in  a  wide  curve, 
fell  near  the  gate.  It  was  no  chance  stroke.  The  players 
instantly  bounded  toward  the  ball,  but  just  as  they  reached  the 
neighborhood  of  the  gates  the  shouts  of  sport  changed  suddenly 
to  the  ominous  war-whoop.  The  squaws  threw  023en  their 
blankets,  and  withdrawing  therefrom  guns,  hatchets,  and  knives, 
the  players  instantly  flung  away  their  bats,  seized  the  weapons, 
and  fell  upon  the  defenseless  garrison  and  traders.  Fifteen  of 
the  garrison  were  butchered  outright. 

The  story  of  Alexander  Henry,  the  trader,  is  full  of  interest. 
At  the  time  the  war-whoop  was  raised,  he  was  in  his  room  writ- 
ing letters. 

Going  instantly  to  my  window,  I  saw  a  crowd  of  Indians 
within  the  fort,  furiously  cutting  down  and  scalping  every 
Englishman  they  found. 

^•I  had  in  the  room  in  which  I  was  a  fowling-piece,  loaded 


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THE  AMBITION  OF  PONTIAC. 


with  swan-shot.  This  I  immediately  seized,  and  held  it  for  a 
few  minutes,  waiting  to  hear  the  drum  beat  to  arms.  In  this 
dreadful  interval  I  saw  several  of  my  countrymen  fall,  and  more 
than  one  struggling  between  the  knees  of  an  Indian,  who,  hold- 
ing him  in  this  manner,  scalped  him  while  yet  living. 

"^At  length,  disappointed  in  the  hope  of  seeing  resistance 
made  to  the  enemy,  and  sensible,  of  course,  that  no  effort  of  my 
own  unassisted  arm  could  avail  against  four  hundred  Indians,  I 
thought  only  of  seeking  shelter.  Amid  the  slaughter  which 
was  raging,  I  observed  many  of  the  Canadian  inhabitants  of  the 
fort  calmly  looking  on,  neither  opposing  the  Indians,  nor  suffer- 
ing injury ;  and  from  this  circumstance  I  conceived  a  hope  of 
finding  security  in  their  houses. 

"Between  the  yard-door  of  my  own  house  and  that  of  M. 
Langlade,  my  next  neighbor,  there  was  only  a  low  fence,  over 
which  I  easily  climbed.  At  my  entrance  I  found  the  whole 
family  at  tlie  windows,  gazing  at  the  scene  of  blood  l)ef()re  them. 
I  addressed  myself  immediately  to  M.  Langlade,  begging  that 
he  would  put  me  into  some  place  of  safety,  until  the  heat  of 
the  affair  should  be  over,  an  act  of  charity  by  which  he  might 
perhaps  preserve  me  from  the  general  massacre ;  but  while  I 
uttered  my  petition,  M.  Langlade,  who  had  looked  for  a  moment 
at  me,  turned  again  to  the  window,  shrugging  his  shoulders,  and 
intimating  that  he  could  do  nothing  for  me, — 'Que  voudries-vous 
que  j'en  ferais  T 

"  This  was  a  moment  for  despair ;  but  the  next,  a  Pani 
woman,'^  a  slave  of  M.  Langlade's,  beckoned  to  me  to  follow 
her.  She  brought  me  to  a  door,  which  she  opened,  desiring  me 
to  enter,  and  telling  me  that  it  led  to  the  garret,  where  I  must 
go  and  conceal  myself.  I  joyfully  obeyed  her  directions;  and 
she,  having  followed  me  up  to  the  garret-door,  locked  it  after 
me,  and  with  great  presence  of  mind  took  away  the  key. 

"This  shelter  obtained,  if  shelter  I  could  hope  to  find  it,  I 

■■■  Usually  written  Pawnee.  This  tribe  lived  west  of  the  Mississippi,  and  was 
frequently  at  war  with  the  northern  nations.    This  woman  was  a  captive  of  war. 


IXL'IAX  TRAGEl>IE>  AXL  ItOMAXCES.  IT.^ 

was  naturally  anxious  to  know  what  might  -lill  be  passing  with- 
out. Through  an  aperture,  which  alforded  m^^  a  Anew  of  the 
area  uf  the  I'urt.  I  beheld,  in  shapes  the  Ibultst  and  most  ter- 
rible, the  ferocious  triumphs  of  barbarian  ooni:j_uerors. 

"The  dead  were  scalped  and  mangled;  the  dying  Avere  writli- 
ing  and  shrieking  under  the  unsatiated  knife  and  tomahawk : 
and  frum  tht^  bodies  of  some,  ripped  open,  their  butchers  were 
drinking  the  blood,  scooped  up  in  the  hollow  of  joined  hands, 
and  quaffed  amid  -houts  of  rage  and  victory.  I  was  shaken  not 
only  with  horror,  but  with  fear.  The  sufferings  which  I  wit- 
nessed. I  seemed  on  the  point  of  experiencing.  Xo  long  time 
elapsed  before,  every  one  being  destroyed  who  could  be  Ibund. 
there  wa-  a  general  cry  of  'All  is  tinished  !"  At  the  same 
instant  I  heard  some  of  the  Indians  enter  the  house  in  which 
I  was. 

"  The  garret  Avas  separate'!  frMui  the  room  IicImw  only  by  a 
layer  of  single  br.aril-.  at  once  the  iluuring  of  the  une  and  the 
ceiling  of  the  nther.  I  cniiLl  thnrefore  hear  every  thing  that 
passed:  nu'l  the  Indian-  rm  scaler  came  in  than  they  inquired 
Avhether  i^r  nut  any  En^li-hnien  Avere  in  the  house.  ^1.  Lang- 
lade replied  that  "he  cuuld  nut^-ay:  he  did  not  knoAv  of  any." 
answers  in  Avhii;Ii  he  'li-l  not  exceed  the  truth  :  lor  the  Pani 
Avornan  had  n-n  only  hiifien  me  by  -tealth.  but  kept  my  secret 
and  her  oAvn,  AT  Langlade  wa-  therefore,  as  I  presume,  as  far 
frnni  ;i  Avi-h  tn  de-trriy  me  a-  he  was  careless  abnut  saAung  me. 
Avhen  he  addled  in  xh^^t^  an-AVPr-.  that  "they  might  examine  for 
themselves,  and  aa^muI'I  ^ncai  b^  satisfied  as  to  the  object  of  theii' 
question."    Sayin^i'  thi-.  he  bmuQlit  them  to  the  garret-door. 

The  state  of  my  mind  will  be  imagined.  Arrived  at  the 
door,  some  delay  Avas  occasiiuied  by  the  absence  of  the  key. 
and  a  foAv  moments  were  thus  allowed  me  in  Avhich  to  look 
arcunii  for  a  liidinQ'-place.  In  one  corner  nf  the  garret  was  a 
heap  nf  tho^e  A-H^^^el^  uf  birch-liark.  used  in  maple-sugar  making, 
as  1  have  rei:ently  de-iudbH.l. 

*'  The  duur  wa-  unlucked  and  opening,  and   tlie  Indians 


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ascending  the  stairs,  before  I  had  completely  crept  into  a  small 
opening  which  presented  itself  at  one  end  of  the  heap.  An 
instant  after,  four  Indians  entered  the  room,  all  armed  with 
tomahawks,  and  all  besmeared  with  blood  upon  every  part  of 
their  bodies. 

"  The  die  appeared  to  be  cast.  I  could  scarcely  breathe ;  but 
I  thought  that  the  throbbing  of  my  heart  occasioned  a  noise 
loud  enough  to  betray  me.  The  Indians  walked  in  every  direc- 
tion about  the  garret,  and  one  of  them  approached  me  so  closely 
that  at  a  particular  moment,  had  he  put  forth  his  hand,  he  must 
have  touched  me.  Still  I  remained  undiscovered ;  a  circum- 
stance to  which  the  dark  color  of  my  clothes,  and  the  want  of 
light  in  a  room  which  had  no  window,  and  in  the  corner  in 
which  I  was,  must  have  contributed.  In  a  word,  after  taking 
several  turns  in  the  room,  during  which  they  told  M.  Langlade 
how  many  they  had  killed,  and  how  many  scalps  they  had 
taken,  they  returned  down  stairs,  and  I,  with  sensations  not  to 
be  expressed,  heard  the  door,  which  was  the  barrier  between 
me  and  my  fate,  locked  for  the  second  time. 

"  There  was  a  feather-bed  on  the  floor ;  and  on  this,  exhausted 
as  I  was  by  the  agitation  of  my  mind,  I  threw  myself  down  and 
fell  asleep.  In  this  state  I  remained  till  the  dusk  of  the  even- 
ing, when  I  was  awakened  by  a  second  opening  of  the  door. 
The  person  that  now  entered  was  M.  Langlade's  wife,  who  was 
much  surprised  at  finding  me,  but  advised  me  not  to  be  uneasy, 
observing  that  the  Indians  had  killed  most  of  the  English,  but 
that  she  hoped  I  might  myself  escape.  A  shower  of  rain  hav- 
ing begun  to  fall,  she  had  come  to  stop  a  hole  in  the  roof.  On 
her  going  away,  I  begged  her  to  send  me  a  little  water  to  drink, 
which  she  did. 

"As  night  was  now  advancing,  I  continued  to  lie  on  the  bed, 
ruminating  on  my  condition,  but  unable  to  discover  a  resource 
from  Avhich  I  could  hope  for  life.  A  flight  to  Detroit  had  no 
probable  chance  of  success.  The  distance  from  Michillimacki- 
nac  was  four  hundred  miles ;  I  was  without  provisions ;  and  the 


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whole  length  of  the  road  lay  through  Indian  countries,  countries 
of  an  enemy  in  arms,  where  the  first  man  whom  I  should  meet 
would  kill  me.  To  stay  where  I  was,  threatened  nearly  the 
same  issue.  As  before,  fatigue  of  mind,  and  not  tranquillity, 
suspended  my  cares,  and  procured  me  further  sleep. 

"  The  respite  which  sleep  afforded  me  during  the  night  was 
put  an  end  to  by  the  return  of  morning.  I  was  again  on  the 
rack  of  apprehension.  At  sunrise  I  heard  the  family  stirring, 
and  presently  after  Indian  voices,  informing  M.  Langlade  that 
they  had  not  found  my  hapless  self  among  the  dead,  and  that 
they  supposed  me  to  be  somewhere  concealed.  M.  Langlade 
appeared,  from  what  followed,  to  be  by  this  time  acquainted 
with  the  place  of  my  retreat,  of  which,  no  doubt,  he  had  been 
informed  by  his  wife.  The  poor  woman,  as  soon  as  the  Indians 
mentioned  me,  declared  to  her  husband,  in  the  French  tongue, 
that  he  should  no  longer  keep  me  in  his  house,  but  deliver  me 
up  to  my  pursuers  ;  giving  as  a  reason  for  this  measure,  that, 
should  the  Indians  discover  his  instrumentality  in  my  conceal- 
ment, they  might  revenge  it  on  her  children,  and  that  it  was 
better  that  I  should  die  than  they. 

"M.  Langlade  resisted  at  first  this  sentence  of  his  wife's,  but 
soon  suffered  her  to  prevail,  informing  the  Indians  that  he  had 
been  told  I  was  in  his  house,  that  I  had  come  there  without 
his  knowledge,  and  that  he  would  put  me  into  their  hands. 
This  was  no  sooner  expressed  than  he  began  to  ascend  the 
stairs,  the  Indians  following  upon  his  heels. 

"  I  now  resigned  myself  to  the  fate  with  which  I  was  men- 
aced, and  regarding  every  attempt  at  concealment  as  vain,  I 
arose  from  the  bed,  and  presented  myself  full  in  view  to 
the  Indians  who  were  entering  the  room.  They  were  all  in 
a  state  of  intoxication,  and  entirely  naked,  except  about  the 
middle. 

"  One  of  them,  named  Wenniway,  whom  I  had  previously 
known,  and  who  w^as  upward  of  six  feet  in  height,  had  his 
entire  face  and  body  entirely  covered  with  charcoal  and  grease, 


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only  that  a  white  spot,  of  two  inches  in  diameter,  encircled 
either  eye.  This  man,  walking  up  to  me,  seized  me  with  one 
hand  by  the  collar  of  the  coat,  while,  in  the  other,  he  held  a 
large  carving-knife,  as  if  to  plunge  it  into  my  breast.  His  eyes, 
meanwhile,  were  fixed  steadfastly  on  mine.  At  length,  after 
some  seconds  of  the  most  anxious  suspense,  he  dropped  his  arm, 
saying,  '  I  won't  kill  you !'  To  this  he  added  that  he  had  been 
frequently  engaged  in  wars  against  the  English,  and  had  brought 
away  many  scalps ;  that  on  a  certain  occasion  he  had  lost  a 
brother,  whose  name  was  Musinigon,  and  that  I  should  be  called 
after  him. 

^'  A  reprieve  upon  any  terms  placed  me  among  the  living, 
and  gave  me  back  the  sustaining  voice  of  hope ;  but  Wenniway 
ordered  me  down  stairs,  and  there  informing  me  that  I  was  to 
be  taken  to  his  cabin,  where,  and  indeed  everywhere  else,  the 
Indians  were  all  mad  with  liquor,  death  again  was  threatened, 
and  not  as  possible  only,  but  as  certain.  I  mentioned  my  fears 
on  this  subject  to  M.  Langlade,  begging  him  to  represent  the 
danger  to  my  master.  M.  Langlade,  in  this  instance,  did  not 
withhold  his  compassion,  and  Wenniway  immediately  consented 
that  I  should  remain  where  I  was,  until  he  found  another  oppor- 
tunity to  take  me  away.  Thus  far  secure,  I  re-ascended  my 
garret-stairs,  in  order  to  place  myself  the  farthest  possible  out 
of  the  reach  of  drunken  Indians." 

In  an  hour  a  rough  voice  again  summoned  Henry  from  his 
hiding-place.  The  savage  ordered  him  to  strip,  and  then  follow 
him.  The  fellow  owed  Henry  for  some  goods,  and  as  he 
carried  a  dangerous  knife,  Henry  feared  that  he  was  to  be 
murdered.  The  Indian  conducted  his  prisoner  some  distance, 
when  Henry,  finding  that  their  way  led  to  a  lonely  and  hidden 
spot  behind  some  sandhills,  stopped  and  told  the  Indian  he 
believed  it  was  a  plot  to  murder  him.  The  savage  coolly  replied 
that  it  was,  and  raising  his  knife,  was  about  to  suit  the  action 
to  the  word,  when  Henry  turned  and  ran  with  all  his  might  to 
the  fort.    The  savage  followed  with  uplifted  knife,  but  the 


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trader  regained  the  house  from  which  he  had  been  taken,  and 
the  pursuit  was  abandoned. 

The  next  morning  Henry,  with  two  other  prisoners,  was 
placed  in  a  canoe,  to  be  taken  by  several  Indians  to  the  Isles 
du  Castor.  AVhen  well  out  of  the  straits  and  into  Lake  Mich- 
igan, a  heavy  fog  and  stormy  weather  caused  them  to  hug  the 
gloomy  coast.  When  within  twenty  miles  of  L'Arl^re  Croche, 
a  hundred  Indians  suddenly  jumped  out  of  the  woods  into  the 
surf,  dragged  the  canoe  ashore,  and  while  making  captives  of 
the  guards,  explained  to  the  three  Englishmen  that  their  lives 
had  been  saved  by  the  Ottawas.  as  the  Ojibwas  were  going  to 
eat  them.  In  a  short  time  the  Ottawas  embarked  for  the  fort, 
and  Henry  started  back,  arriving  at  Michillimackinac,  the 
Ottawas  coolly  took  possession  of  the  fort  and  proceeded  to 
abuse  the  Ojibwas  for  springing  the  trap  without  notifying  their 
brothers.  Henry  hoped  to  be  freed,  but  the  two  tribes  patched 
up  the  quarrel,  and  he  again  found  himself  a  prisoner  of  the 
Ojibwas. 

The  latter  removed  the  disappointed  man  to  a  neighbor 
town.  Here,  by  strange  good  fortune,  the  trader  met  his  friend 
Wawatam,  who  had  given  the  unheeded  warning.  The  Indian 
possessed  more  than  the  ordinary  nobility  of  the  human  heart. 
He  at  once  asked  the  council  to  set  his  friend  free,  and  his  elo- 
quent appeal  was  emphasized  at  every  pause  by  presents,  which 
literally  impoverished  the  savage.  His  request  was  granted, 
and  Henry  found  himself  established  in  an  Indian  family,  on  the 
footing  of  a  brother  of  Wawatam. 

On  the  morning  following  his  release.  Henry,  whose  fears 
were  by  no  means  quieted,  was  alarmed  by  a  noise  in  the  prison 
lodge  from  which  he  had  been  removed.  '^Looking  through  the 
openings  of  the  lodge  in  which  I  was,  I  saw  seven  dead  bodies  of 
white  men  dragged  forth.  Upon  my  inquiry  into  the  occasion, 
I  was  informed  that  a  certain  chief,  called  by  the  Canadians  Le 
Grrand  Sable,  had  not  long  befo-e  arrived  from  his  winter's 
hunt ;  and  that  he,  having  been  absent  when  the  war  began, 


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THE  A  MB  IT  JON  OF  PONTIAC. 


and  being  now  desirous  of  manifesting  to  the  Indians  at  large 
his  hearty  eoneurrenee  in  what  they  had  done,  had  gone  into 
the  prison-lodge,  and  there  with  his  knife  put  the  seven  men 
whose  bodies  I  had  seen,  to  death. 

"  Shortly  after,  two  of  the  Indians  took  one  of  the  dead 
bodies,  which  they  chose  as  being  the  fattest,  cut  off  the  head, 
and  divided  the  whole  into  five  parts,  one  of  which  was  put  into 
each  of  five  kettles,  hung  over  as  many  fires,  kindled  for  this 
purpose,  at  the  door  of  the  prison-lodge.  Soon  after  things 
were  so  far  prepared,  a  message  came  to  our  lodge,  with  an  invi- 
tation to  Wawatam  to  assist  at  the  feast.  An  invitation  to  a 
feast  is  given  by  him  who  is  the  master  of  it.  Small  cuttings 
of  cedar  wood,  of  about  four  inches  in  length,  supply  the  place 
of  cards;  and  the  bearer  by  word  of  mouth  states  the  particulars. 

Wawatam  obeyed  the  summons,  taking  with  him,  as  is 
usual,  to  the  place  of  entertainment,  his  dish  and  spoon. 

"After  an  absence  of  about  half  an  hour,  he  returned,  bring- 
ing in  his  dish  a  human  hand,  and  a  large  piece  of  flesh.  He 
did  not  appear  to  relish  the  repast,  but  told  me  that  it  was  then 
and  always  had  been  the  custom  among  all  the  Indian  nations, 
when  returning  from  war,  or  on  overcoming  their  enemies,  to 
make  a  war-feast  from  among  the  slain.  This  he  said  inspired 
the  warrior  with  courage  in  attack,  and  bred  him  to  meet  death 
with  fearlessness." 

Soon  after  this  agreeable  information,  Henry  learned  that 
the  Indians  were  going  to  remove  to  the  Island  of  Mackinaw, 
which  was  accordingly  done.  One  day  the  Indians  captured  a 
couple  of  canoes  from  Montreal,  carrying  a  quantity  of  liquor. 
The  savages  began  to  drink  heavily,  a  proceeding  full  of  danger 
to  every  one  near.  Wawatam  told  Henry  that  he  was  bound  to 
get  drunk,  and  that  it  would  not  be  safe  for  the  Englishman  to 
remain  where  he  was  during  the  debauch.  Wawatam  therefor 
conducted  him  to  a  cave  in  the  center  of  the  island,  v/here  he 
was  to  hide  himself  until  the  liquor  was  all  gone. 

Henry  broke  some  branches  from  the  trees,  and  spreading 


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181 


them  down  in  a  corner  of  the  cave  for  a  bed,  went  to  sleep. 
During  the  night  he  felt  some  hard  substance  under  him.  and 
groping  for  it,  seized  some  kind  of  a  bone,  and  threw  it  away. 
Not  till  morning  did  he  discover  that  ''he  was  lying  on  nothing 
less  than  a  heap  of  human  bones  and  skulls,  which  covered  all 
the  floor."  He  remained  in  this  cheerful  apartment  a  day  or 
two  Avithout  food,  until  Mr.  Wawatam,  with  swollen  eyes  and 
thick  utterance,  staggered  u\\  In  (lie  (inc.  and  lold  him  the 
drunk  was  over.  For  moir  lli.in  a  yen-  [Iriiry  Ii\c<l  with  his 
protector,  Wawatam,  hunting  through  I  he  gloomy  lorests  of 
Michigan,  before  he  finally  succeeded  in  making  his  way  to 
Montreal. 

When  Henry  had  met  with  his  friend  Wawatam,  and  been 
adopted  into  his  fjimily,  the  other  survivors  of  the  massacre 
were  still  kept  by  the  Ottawas  at  Fort  Michillimackinac,  whence 
they  were  removed  to  L'Arbre  Croche.  Captain  Etherington 
dispatched  a  letter  to  Lieutenant  Gorell,  the  commander  of  the 
little  post  of  Green  Bay.  The  latter  was  requested  to  bring 
all  his  force  to  the  relief  of  the  prisoners.  Gorell  was  on  the 
point  of  obeying  and  abandoning  his  post,  when  the  neighboring 
Indians  intimated  that  his  departure  w^ould  be  prevented.  The 
threat  might  have  been  carried  out  had  not  a  messenger  from 
the  terrible  Dakota  nation,  with  its  thirty  thousand  braves, 
arrived  with  words  of  loyalty  to  the  English,  and  denouncing 
with  threatenings  and  slaughter,  every  tribe  which  was  unfaith- 
ful to  them.  This  sentiment  must  be  attributed  to  no  loftier 
source  than  the  ancient  hostilit}'  of  the  Dakotas  to  the  Ojibwas. 
Gorell  was  now  allowed  to  depart,  and  making  his  way  to  the 
Ottawa  village,  negotiated  the  release  of  the  prisoners. 

On  July  18,  1763,  they  embarked  in  their  canoes  for  Mon- 
treal, reaching  there  more  than  a  year  sooner  than  Henry. 
With  the  fall  of  Michillimackinac,  and  the  abandonment  of  Green 
Bay,  the  Detroit  garrison  found  itself  left  alone  in  the  wilder- 
ness. There  was  not  a  British  soldier  west  of  F^ort  Niagara, 
except  those  behind  the  palisades  of  Detroit. 


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THE  AMBITION  OF  PONTIAC. 


We  have  wandered  far  from  the  story  of  the  defenders  of 
Detroit.  The  news  of  the  disasters  which  we  have  related 
was  received  by  the  despairing  garrison  with  sad  punctuality. 
Meanwhile,  though  we  have  neglected  to  follow  their  fortunes  or 
misfortunes,  events  crowded  each  other  in  this  remarkable  siege. 

One  night  some  friendly  Canadians,  from  the  other  side  of 
the  river,  reported  at  the  fort  that  there  were  rumors  among 
the  Indians  that  the  schooner  Glndivyn  was  coming  up  the  river. 
This  vessel  had  gone  down  to  hasten  Cuyler's  ill-fated  expedi- 
tion. Having  passed  the  flotilla,  which  was  yet  voyaging  pros- 
perously, she  held  on  her  way  to  Niagara.  She  was  still  riding 
at  anchor  in  the  smooth  river  above  the  falls,  at  the  time  when 
Cuyler  and  two  companions,  haggard  and  exhausted,  reached 
the  fort  with  the  story  of  the  disaster,  and  of  themselves  alone 
being  left  to  tell  the  tale. 

A  force  of  sixty  men  was  at  once  placed  on  board  the 
schooner,  with  such  ammunition  and  supplies  as  could  be  spared 
from  the  fort.  She  had  made  her  way  up  the  r^ver,  and  was 
about  to  undertake  the  few  dangerous  miles  which  separated  her 
from  the  fort.  The  garrison  fired  two  guns  to  let  the  crew 
know  that  the  fort  still  held  out.    This  done,  they  waited. 

The  schooner,  meanwhile,  weighed  anchor  and  started  up 
the  narrow  channel  between  the  shore  and  Fighting  Island. 
Just  as  she  reached  the  narrowest  part,  the  afternoon  breeze 
grew  more  and  more  gentle,  and  at  last  died  away,  leaving  the 
white  sails  drooping  idly  in  the  air.  Nothing  is  so  absolutely 
helpless  as  a  sail-vessel  without  a  favoring  wind.  It  is  hardly 
possible  to  understand  how^  the  commorce  of  the  glol)e  was  car- 
ried on  entirely  by  means  of  them  until  within  the  present  cen- 
tury. The  anchor  chain  r^tttled  olf  rapidly  from  the  capstan. 
The  great  iron  fluke  disappeared  in  the  water,  and  energetically 
grabbed  the  bottom  of  the  river.  The  vessel  was  standing  still, 
within  gunshot  of  an  Indian  ambush. 

As  the  sun  sank  to  rest  in  his  couch  of  flame,  the  guards 
on  board  the  vessel  were  (loul)]ed.    Hour  after  boiu'  tlieir 


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183 


strained  eyes  sought  to  penetrate  the  darkness.  At  lastj  the 
plash  of  muffled  oars  was  heard.  Dark  objects  came  mov- 
ing swiftly  down  the  river  toward  the  vessel.  Every  man  was 
silently  summoned  on  deck.  A  blow  of  a  hammer  on  the  mast 
was  to  be  the  signal  for  firing.  The  long  black  canoes  approached 
the  dark  and  silent  schooner.  The  Indians  thought  the  prize 
was  theirs.  At  last  the  hammer  struck  the  mast.  The  slumber- 
ing vessel  burst  into  a  blaze  of  cannon  and  musketry.  The 
hostile  fleet  was  demoralized.  Many  Indians  were  killed.  Some 
canoes  were  sunk  outright.  As  the  enemy  opened  fire  from 
their  barricade,  the  schooner  weighed  anchor,  and,  drifting  with 
the  river's  tide,  floated  down  out  of  danger. 

The  following  day  the  passage  w^as  again  attempted,  this 
time  with  success.  The  beleaguered  garrison  received  the  much- 
needed  supplies  of  men,  ammunition,  and  provision. 

Pontiac  was  disappointed.  Everywhere  success  had  crowned 
the  conspiracy  except  that  part  of  it  which  he  superintended 
himself.  For  forty  days  his  genius  and  resolution  had  held  his 
restless  followers  to  the  dull  monotony  of  the  siege.  How  much 
longer  could  he  do  it  ?  His  uneasiness  manifested  itself.  One 
thing  which  showed  it  w^as  his  attempt  to  force  the  neighboring- 
Canadians  to  lend  active  assistance.  He  called  them  '\.gether 
in  council,  made  a  long  speech,  told  them  that  he  fought  for  the 
king  of  France,  their  sovereign ;  that  if  they  were  loyal  French- 
men they  must  lend  their  help ;  that  if  they  were  friendly  to 
the  English,  and  would  not  join  in  the  war  against  them,  then 
he  w^ould  make  war  on  them  as  enemies  of  France. 

All  men  can,  on  occasion,  be  hypocrites.  Some  of  the  Cana- 
dians pretended  to  take  up  the  hatchet  and  join  in  the  siege. 
This  accession  required  a  celebration.  Pontiac  ordered  a  feast — 
of  dogs.  In  every  one  of  all  the  numberless  wigwams  which 
formed  the  besieging  lines,  a  dog  was  slain,  and  the  flesh  eaten. 
If  an  Indian  happened  to  dislike  the  dish,  it  was  so  much  the 
worse  for  him.  An  enormous  piece  of  the  delicacy  was  placed 
before  him.    By  all  the  laws  of  Indian  society  and  etiquette, 


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THE  AMBITION  OF  PONTIAC. 


he  was  not  allowed  to  rise  from  the  repast  till  he  had  eaten 
every  bit  of  the  meat. 

Another  incident  revealed  Pontiac's  rage.  It  is  hard  even 
for  a  great  leader  to  hide  his  real  feelings  from  his  followers. 
At  first  he  had  protected  Major  Campbell  from  Indian  cruelty. 
But  his  red  retainers  now  read  a  new  lesson  in  his  imperious 
eye.    The  captive  was  murdered  in  his  prison. 

The  two  schooners  in  the  bay  were  regarded  by  the  Indians 
with  mingled  rage  and  superstition.  The  broadsides  with  which 
their  camps  were  bombarded,  the  white  wings  which  they 
spread,  the  mysterious  control  of  their  movements  by  the  sailors, 
the  knowledge  that  the  schooners  served  to  connect  the  other- 
wise isolated  garrison  with  the  rest  of  the  world,  inspired  the 
savages  with  apprehension  and  fury. 

One  night  in  July,  the  lookout  on  one  of  the  schooners 
saw  a  glowing  speck  of  flame  far  up  the  river.  It  came 
nearer,  growing  brighter  and  brighter  as  it  approached.  The 
white  beach  along  the  river  front,  the  dark  pine  trees  in  the 
background,  were  lit  up  by  the  illumination,  revealing  dense 
throngs  of  Indians  crowded  along  the  water's  edge.  The  pali- 
sades of  the  fort,  and  the  spars  and  rigging  of  the  vessels, 
glowed  like  fire  itself.  Far  across  the  harbor  the  waves  were 
reddened  with  the  light.  The  anxious  soldiers  of  the  garrison 
could  be  seen,  watching  with  anxiety  the  singular  apparition. 
As  the  flaming  object  came  nearer,  it  was  discovered  to  be  a 
fire-raft.  The  inventive  genius  of  Pontiac  had  caused  a  number 
of  canoes  to  be  hished  together,  and  a  vast  quantity  of  com- 
bustibles to  be  piled  on  the  structure.  A  torch  was  applied, 
and  the  thing  of  destruction  was  pushed  off  into  the  current. 

But  fortune  or  providence  protected  the  schooners.  The 
blazing  monster,  sending  up  vast  volumes  of  roaring  flames, 
missed  them  by  a  hundred  feet,  and  floated  harmlessly  down 
the  river,  consuming  nothing  but  itself.  As  the  relieved  soldiers 
and  sailors  watched  it  receding  into  the  night,  the  light  grew 
fainter  and  fainter,  until^  at  last,  with  a  mighty  hiss,  the  demon 


IMJJIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


of  fire  plunged  into  the  watery  depths,  as  if  to  drown  its  sor- 
row at  the  wretched  failure.  This  attempt  was  made  again 
and  -  again,  but  the  crews  of  the  vessel  arranged  a  barricade 
of  boats  and  chains,  which  foiled  every  effort. 

Unknown  to  the  garrison,  Captain  Dalzell  was  on  his  way  to 
Detroit  with  two  barges,  two  hundred  and  eighty  men,  several 
small  cannon,  and  a  fresh  supply  of  provision  and  ammunition. 
Under  cover  of  night  and  fog,  they  reached  the  fort  in  safety, 
having  been  attacked  only  once,  a  conflict  which,  howe\  er, 
resulted  in  the  loss  of  fifteen  men.  Boat  after  boat  discharged 
its  loads  on  shore  amid  the  cheers  of  the  soldiers  and  the 
booming  of  cannon.  Among  the  arrivals  was  Major  Rogers,  of 
Rogers's  Rangers,  with  twenty  of  his  old  followers. 

Captain  Dalzell,  on  the  day  of  his  arrival,  much  against 
Gladwyn's  advice,  insisted  on  attacking  the  Indians.  These 
had  been  forced,  by  the  cannonading  from  the  schooners,  to 
remove  their  camp  to  the  rear  of  a  great  marsh,  several  miles 
from  the  fort. 

At  two  o'clock  on  the  morning  of  July  31st,  the  gates  of  the 
palisades  were  noiselessly  opened,  and  two  hundred  and  fifty 
men  marched  down  the  road  along  the  river  shore.  Not  a 
sound  was  heard  in  the  still  night  but  the  muffled  footfalls  of 
the  soldiery  and  the  occasional  rattle  of  an  officer's  sword.  Close 
to  the  river  shore,  keeping  pace  with  the  troops,  two  bateaux, 
each,  carrying  a  swivel  gun,  were  rowed,  with  stealthy  stroke. 
The  starlit  sky  was  moonless.  But  for  the  fresh  lake  breeze, 
which  sighed  among  the  foliage  of  the  overhanging  forest,  the 
midsummer  night  would  have  been  intolerably  sultry.  On  the 
right  of  the  winding  road  lay  the  river,  with  its  dark  and 
restless  tide ;  on  the  left,  the  houses  and  farms  of  Canadian 
settlers. 

A  mile  and  a  half  from  the  fort  the ,  road  wound'  over  u 
narrow,  wooden  bridge  which  spanned  a  small  stream,  and  then 
crossed  a  succession  of  ridges  lying  parallel  with  the  rivulet. 
These  ridges  were  crowned  with  low  barricades.    The  spot  had 


THE  AMBITIOX  OF  POXTIAC. 


been  Pontiac's  old  camp.  On  either  side  of  the  road  were  vast 
piles  of  firewood,  cut  by  the  Canadians,  and  stamps  of  trees 
from  which  the  fuel  had  been  cut.  Here  was  a  long  line  of 
heavy  picket  fence,  inclosing  several  orchards.  There,  on  rising 
ground,  stood  the  house  of  a  Canadian  named  Meloche.  Over 
it  all  hung  the  pall  of  darkness  and  mist  from  the  river  which 
made  the  various  object.'^  indistini^t. 

The  soldiers  supposed  their  attack  would  be  a  complete  sur- 
prise to  Pontiac.  Yet,  in  s}iite  of  this,  the  men  shuddered  as 
they  filed  down  the  descent  which  led  across  the  narrow,  wooden 
bridge.  The  ravine  looked  lonel\'  and  suspicious.  The  spot 
seemed  fit  for  a  massacre. 

The  aih'anre  guard  had  proceeded  half-wav  across  the  bridge. 
Sudden!}'  there  was  a  wild  war-whoop  in  the  darkness,  and  the 
ridges,  the  intrenehments.  the  orchard  fence,  the  black  wood- 
piles, the  halt'-chupped  logs,  whatever  could  alford  a  shelter  to 
a  savage,  burst  into  flame.  Half  the  advanced  guard  fell  at  the 
first  fire.  The  unhurt  m(_4i  fled  to  the  rear,  and  in  a  moment 
the  whole  column  waveretl.  Dalzell  dashed  to  the  front.  His 
clear  voice  rang  out  abo^"e  the  infernal  din.  The  men  rallied, 
and  in  a  spasm  of  rage,  charged  across  the  bridge  and  up  the 
opposite  slope.  It  was  sad  folly.  Before  one-third  of  the  Avay 
up  the  slope,  every  howling  Indian  had  fled  to  another  spot, 
from  Avhich  he  could  fire  upon  the  English.  The  latter  pushed 
on  with  the  courage  of  insanity.  The  charge  which  they  main- 
tained so  stubbornly  was  a  Idoody  mockery.  The  lines  were 
broken  and  entangled  in  a  labyi'inth  of  fences,  outhouses, 
trees,  and  woodpiles,  from  behind  which  the  red  foes  kept  up 
a  murderous  fire. 

To  advance  was  madness.  To  halt  was  folly.  To  retreat 
was  a  necessity.  One  company,  under  Captain  Grant,  hurried 
back  across  the  bridge,  and  taking  possession  of  the  road  pre- 
pared to  cover  the  retreat.  The  two  bateaux  had  been  rowed 
up  the  creek  to  the  bridge,  and  the  dead  and  wounded  were 
hurriedly  placed  on  board,    A  heavy  fire  was  poured  in  upon 


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the  English  during  this  last  office  of  friendship.  All  at  once 
a  concentrated  volley  was  received  from  another  direction. 
The  men  of  Grant's  company  turned  to  find  a  body  of  Indians 
strongly  posted  on  their  left  flank  about  the  house  of  Meloche 
and  the  neighboring  orchards.  To  stop  the  deadly  cross-fire, 
Grant's  men  charged  up  the  hill,  and,  at  the  point  of  the  bayo- 
net, drove  the  savages  from  the  orchards  and  house.  In  the 
latter  were  two  Canadians.  They  said  the  English  should 
retreat  at  once  to  the  fort,  as  large  numbers  of  Indians  had 
posted  themselves  on  the  road  in  the  rear. 

The  situation  was  critical.  The  men  retreated  rapidly  and 
without  serious  opposition  for  a  half  mile.  At  this  spot  the 
road  again  ran  through  a  region  thickly  planted  with  houses 
and  fences.  Here,  also,  was  a  newly  dug  cellar  for  a  house. 
This  pit  was  near  the  road.  It  was  full  of  Indians.  As  the 
center  of  the  column  arrived  opposite  the  ambuscade,  a  heavy 
volley  of  balls  was  discharged  at  the  soldiers. 

Already  unnerved  by  the  disaster  at  the  bridge,  the  men 
were  well-nigh  panic-stricken  at  this  new  surprise.  They 
started  down  the  road  in  wild  confusion,  breaking  ranks,  tram- 
pling on  each  other,  throwing  away  their  weapons,  any  way, 
every  way,  to  fly  from  the  storm  of  bullets.  Dalzell,  with 
drawn  sword,  shouted  at  the  men,  and  forced  some  to  stop. 
Others  he  seized  by  the  shoulders  and  held.  He  was  twice 
wounded,  but  paused  not  till  his  panic-stricken  command  was 
rallied. 

It  was  almost  daybreak.  But  a  dense  fog  from  the  river, 
illuminated  by  incessant  flashes  from  the  enemy's  guns,  never- 
theless concealed  the  enemy.  Finally  it  grew  light  enough  to 
discern  the  shadowy  outline  of  a  house,  of  which  the  Indians 
had  taken  possession,  and  from  the  windows  of  which  they 
poured  murderous  volleys  upon  the  little  band  of  Englishmen. 
This  house  commanded  the  road  along  Avhich  the  men  must 
pass  to  reach  the  fort.  Major  Rogers,  with  his  handful  of 
Rangers,  burst  in  the  door  of  the  house  with  an  ax,  and,  in  a 


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learl'iil  liMiid-io-liand  coiifliot,  killed  every  Indian  in  the  house 
who  did  not  fly.  Another  detachment  charged  a  line  of  fences 
behind  which  the  savages  were  concealed.  This,  too,  was  in 
the  main  successful.    ,  — 

In  the  lull  that  ensued  after  these  two  advantages,  Dalzell 
at  once  ordered  the  retreat  to  recommence.  The  column  had 
not  moved  twenty  feet  when  the  Indians  came  running  from 
every  direction  with  wild  yells,  and  fell  upon  their  rear  and 
flank.  Dalzell  was  shot  and  killed.  The  loss  of  their  leader 
threatened  the  battered  and  unnerved  command  w^ith  total 
destruction. 

In  the  crisis  Major  Rogers  and  his  Rangers  took  possession 
of  another  house  wdiich  commanded  the  road.  Some  of  the 
terrified  regulars  followed  him,  in  frantic  eagerness  to  gain 
shelter  from  the  tempest  of  destruction  without.  The  building 
was  large  and  strong.  The  Canadian  w^omen  and  children  of 
the  neighborhood  had  already  fled  to  it  for  refuge.  They  were 
crowded  into  the  cellar. 

As  the  Rangers  entered  the  building,  its  owner,  an  old  man 
named  Campan,  resolutely  planted  himself  on  the  trap-door 
leading  to  the  cellar,  and  thrust  back  every  soldier  wdio  sought 
to  lift  it.  No  time  w^as  to  be  lost.  Rogers's  stentorian  voice 
shouted  to  the  men  to  barricade  the  wdndow^s.  In  a  moment 
the  yells  of  two  hundred  Indians,  surrounding  the  house,  mingled 
with  the  shrieks  and  cries  of  the  half-stifled  women  and  children 
in  the  cellar.  With  skilled  hands,  the  Rangers  piled  the  windows 
full  of  furs,  bedding,  clothes,  whatever  w^ould  serve  to  shelter 
them  from  the  bullets  of  the  savages,  which  now^  rattled  against 
the  building  like  the  roar  of  a  hailstorm. 

While  Rogers  and  his  men  boldly  risked  their  lives  to  cover 
the  retreat  of  the  others.  Captain  Grrant  hurried  forw^ard  for 
another  half  mile,  and  posted  a  squad  of  men  in  a  strong  situa- 
tion, from  which  base  of  operations  he  sent  forward  other  de- 
tachments, as  they  came  up,  to  occupy  other  points  along  the 
road  within  supporting  distance  of  each  other,  until  by  these 


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tactics  he  had  a  complete  line  of  communication  with  the  fort. 
Each  stjuad  in  turn,  commencing  with  the  farthest,  then  guard- 
edly retreated  to  the  fort,  till  all  were  in. 

The  gallant  Rogers  and  his  handful  of  Rangers,  who  had  by 
their  courage  saved  the  connnand  from  complete  destruction, 
were  yet  defending  themselves  in  Campan's  house  against  a  vast 
multitude  of  savages,  who  had  concentrated  their  force  upon 
this  isolated  band  of  heroes.  To  relieve  these  brave  fellows 
from  their  imminent  peril,  Grant  ordered  the  bateaux  to  ascend 
the  river  to  a  point  opposite  the  house.  The  swivel-guns  were 
brought  to  bear,  and  in  a  shoi-t  time  the  assailants  were  driven 
to  the  rear  of  the  house.  Rogers  and  his  men  seized  the  op- 
portunity to  rush  out,  just  as  the  savages  burst  in  at  the  rear 
door.  Under  cover  of  the  cannonade,  the  Rangers  made  their 
way  to  the  fort.  At  eight  o'clock  in  the  morning,  after  six 
hours  of  fighting,  the  last  man  entered  the  sheltering  palisade. 
The  fight  at  Bk)ody  Run,  iis  the  creek  was  known  from  that 
time,  had  cost  the  English  a  loss  of  fifty-nine  men. 

The  news  of  the  Indian  victory  spread  far  and  wide  through 
the  north,  and  bands  of  painted  warriors  arrived  daily  to  re-en- 
force the  besiegers.  The  siege  resumed  its  old  monotony,  which 
was  at  last  disturbed  by  a  thrilling  attack  on  the  schooner 
Gladivyn,  This  vessel,  the  smaller  of  the  two,  was  returning 
from  a  trip  to  Niagara.  She  had  on  board  ten  sailors  and  six 
Iroquois,  who  were  supposed  to  support  the  cause  of  the  English. 
One  morning  these  wily  children  of  the  forest  asked  to  be  put 
ashore.  In  a  moment  of  folly  the  request  was  complied  with. 
That  they  repaired  at  once  to  Pontiac  with  reports  of  the 
weakness  of  the  crew,  there  can  be  no  doubt. 

That  night  the  schooner  attempted  the  narrow  river  channel 
below  the  fort,  but  was  caught  midway  in  a  dead  calm.  The 
pitchy  darkness  concealed  from  the  eyes  of  the  anxious  look- 
outs a  fleet  of  canoes,  with  three  hundred  and  fifty  Indians, 
which  floated  unobserved  to  within  a  few  yards  of  the  schooner. 
One  cannon-shot  was  fired,  but  before  its  echoes  had  ceased  the 


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191 


savages  swarmed  oNer  the  sides  of  the  vessel  by  scores.  A 
fearful  hand  to  hand  conflict  ensued. 

But  resistance  was  useless.  Ten  or  fifteen  savages  sur- 
rounded each  sailor.  Just  as  all  was  about  over  the  mate 
shouted,  Boys,  fire  the  magazine,  and  blow  her  up !  "  A  mo- 
ment more  and  the  vessel  would  have  been  a  dismantled  wreck. 
But  some  Wyandots  understood  the  words.  With  a  wild  cry 
of  alarm  the  Indians  leaped  from  the  vessel  into  the  water, 
swimming  away  at  the  top  of  their  speed.  The  deck  was 
cleared  instantaneously.  The  astonished  crew  found  not  an  In- 
dian on  board,  where  a  minute  before  they  had  been  by  scores. 
The  savages  ventured  no  more  near  the  vessel.  The  next  morn- 
ing a  stiff  breeze  filled  the  languid  sails,,  and  the  plucky  little 
schooner  made  her  w^ay  safely  to  the  fort. 

We  can  not  follow  the  detailed  story  of  the  siege  further, 
but  turn  to  view  other  fields  which  the  ambition  of  Pontiac 
desolated  with  the  horrors  of  war.  When  the  weak  line  of 
frontier  forts  was  overwhelmed,  the  news  of  the  successive  dis- 
asters was  carried,  not  alone  to  the  starving  garrison  of  Detroit, 
and  the  great  chieftain  who  sat  watching  it  like  an  Evil  Genius, 
but  the  same  tidings  spread  like  wild-fire  along  the  defenseless 
frontiers,  and  among  the  wild  Indians  of  the  west,  who  yet 
hesitated  to  take  up  the  hatchet.  Venango,  Sandusky,  Le  Boeuf, 
St.  Joseph,  Miami,  Ouatanon,  Michillimackinac,  Presqu'  Isle, 
these  Avere  the  fated  names  which  flashed  over  the  frontiers, 
carrying  dread  and  terror  to  every  cabin. 

It  is  to  be  remembered  that  the  defenseless  frontiers  of  Vir- 
ginia and  Pennsylvania!  bore  the  recent  scars  of  the  fearful 
desolation  of  the  French  and  Indian  War,  which  ensued  after 
Braddock's  defeat.  Their  sufferings  were  recent.  The  memory 
of  the  mighty  panic  which  desolated  vast  stretches  of  settled 
country,  and  of  the  awful  fate  of  hundreds  and  thousands  of 
settlers,  who,  with  dogged  courage,  faced  the  savage  hordes, 
was  fresh  and  vivid. 

The  imaginations  of  the  terror-stricken  pioneers  dilated  with 


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horror  as  the  black-winged  rumors  flew  from  cabin  to  cabin, 
and  from  settlement  to  settlement.  Nor  were  these  apprehen- 
sions untimely.  The  very  worst  came  to  pass.  The  most  exag- 
gerated fears  were  those  which  most  nearly  foretold  the  truth. 
The  war-parties  of  savages,  with  reddened  tomahawk  and 
flaming  torch,  followed  swiftly  after  the  tidings  of  the  fall  of 
the  forts. 

It  was  the  French  and  Indian  war  over  again.  This  state- 
ment must  be  received  with  some  qualifications.  It  was  more 
extended.  It  was  bloodier.  It  was  more  sudden.  It  w^as  more 
fearful  in  its  details.  In  these  respects  the  war  of  Pontiac  was 
worse  than  that  of  the  French  and  Indians.  From  the  tall 
Creeks,  who  dwelt  among  the  palms  and  magnolias  of  the  sunny 
south,  to  the  wiry  savages  who  shivered  around  frosty  Halifax, 
the  war-cry  resounded  through  the  unending  forests,  and  the 
tomahawk  was  uplifted  by  cruel  hands. 

The  details  of  the  fearful  conflict  may  not  be  followed  in 
this  place.  Only  a  few  of  the  most  striking  incidents  can  be 
mentioned.  In  three  months  more  than  two  thousand  families 
were  driven  from  their  homes  in  Pennsylvania  and  Virginia  to 
the  settlements  and  cities  of  the  east,  and  more  than  a  thou- 
sand persons  were  massacred  or  taken  captive.  As  in  the 
former  war,  vast  sweeps  of  settled  country  were  absolutely 
abandoned  by  the  flying  inhabitants.  As  before,  the  multitudes 
of  unhappy  refugees  were  crowded  together  in  the  towns  to 
which  they  had  hurried,  seeking  shelter  in  barns,  hovels,  and 
temporary  huts  of  bark,  where  they  were  confronted  by  all  the 
horrors  of  penury  and  famine.  As  before,  the  Quaker  govern- 
ment sat  with  folded  hands,  extending  to  the  bleeding  frontiers 
no  comfort  but  counsels  to  non-resistance,  and  no  aid  but  pious 
maxims.  From  every  valley  of  the  Alleghanies  rose  black 
columns  of  smoke  from  burning  cabins  and  blazing  hay-stacks. 

The  commander-in-chief  of  the  British  army  was  reluctantly 
forced  to  believe  in  a  wide-spread  Indian  insurrection.  From 
the  meager  resources  at  his  command,  two  relief  expeditions 


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were  organized  for  the  two  posts,  which  were  thought  to  be  in 
imminent  peril.  The  story  of  the  one  designed  for  Detroit, 
under  the  brave  but  incautious  Dalzell,  we  have  abeady  traced. 
The  other  expedition,  under  Henry  Bouquet,  consisting  of  five 
hundred  emaciated  and  feeble  regulars  from  the  West  Indias, 
was  designed  for  Fort  Pitt. 

Day  after  day  the  weak,  little  band  pressed  on  their  errand 
of  succor.  Now  they  passed  the  charred  ruins  of  desolated  set- 
tlements in  some  lovely  valley ;  now  they  came  to  some  lonely 
little  block-house,  from  which  a  swarm  of  beleaguering  Indians 
fled  at  their  first  approach;  now  suffering  from  the  heat  of  the 
July  sun,  they  toiled,  panting  up  the  long  slopes  of  the  Alle- 
ghanies ;  now  from  the  crest  of  some  range  they  looked  out  over 
the  landscape,  with  its  purple  mountain  ranges,  its  shimmering 
rivers,  and  its  deep  valleys,  embowered  in  all  the  luxuriance  of 
midsummer  foliage. 

The  fate  of  Braddock's  army,  of  more  than  ten  times  the 
strength  of  this  little  command  of  regulars,  already  wasted  by 
disease  contracted  in  the  burning  atmosphere  of  the  Indias,  and 
wholly  unused  to  Indian  warfare,  hung  constantly  before  the 
eyes  of  the  men.  Every  possible  precaution  against  ambuscade 
was  taken.  They  were  within  twenty-five  miles  of  Fort  Pitt, 
descending  a  hill  through  a  dense  forest,  when  a  A^olley  of  shots 
at  the  head  of  the  column  announced  to  every  startled  soldier 
that  they  were  attacked.  A  command  to  charge  was  given,  and 
company  after  company  dashed  down  the  hill.  Before  the 
impetuous  onset  the  Indians  fled. 

Just  at  the  moment  of  victory,  a  heavy  fire  in  the  flank  and 
rear  announced  that  the  enemy  were  by  no  means  all  in  the 
front,  and  that  the  provision  wagons,  carrying  the  precious 
stores  for  Fort  Pitt,  as  well  as  the  supplies  for  the  troops,  had 
been  attacked.  No  time  was  to  be  lost.  The  men  turned  and 
hurried  back  up  the  hill  to  the  relief  of  the  convoy.  A  circle 
was  formed  about  the  wagons  right  on  the  hill-side.  It  was 
none  too  soon,  for  the  Indians  at  once  flung  themselves  on  this 


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protecting  ring  of  soldiers.  The  forest  rang  with  the  war- 
whoops  of  the  savages.  FA^ery  tree  and  log  served  as  a  shelter 
from  which  they  peppered  the  British  regulars,  who  were  wholly 
unused  to  bush  fighting.  The  fight  was  kept  up  for  seven  hours, 
until  night  hid  the  combatants  from  each  other. 

The  English  were  forced  to  encamp  on  the  hill  where  they 
were.  To  attempt  a  remove  was  certain  destruction.  Yet  not 
a  drop  of  water  could  be  had  in  their  camp.  After  seven  hours 
of  fighting  in  a  scorching  midsummer  sun,  the  men  were  almost 
insane  with  thirst.  The  gloom  of  the  night  could  hardly  darken 
the  prospect  w^hich  confronted  the  command.  Sixty  of  their 
number  had  been  killed  and  wounded.  The  latter  were  placed 
behind  a  low  barricade  of  sacks  of  flour  from  the  wagons. 
Fever  lent  its  flames  to  intensify  the  fearful  sufferings  from 
thirst.  ' 

Bouquet,  cool,  competent  commander,  saw  so  little  hope  for 
the  morrow,  that  he  wrote  a  concise  report  of  the  engagement 
to  his  commander-in-chief,  that  the  latter  might  be  informed 
concerning  it,  "  whatever  our  fate  may  be."  The  dream-haunted 
slumbers  of  the  restless  men  were  broken  as  the  first  gray  light 
came  stealing  through  the  damp  forest.  It  was  the  struggle  of 
the  previous  day  renewed.  Yet  some  changes  could  be  noticed. 
The  Indians,  confident  of  victory,  dashed  more  openly  and 
boldly  upon  the  lines.  The  soldiers,  on  the  other  hand,  fought 
with  less  hope,  and  some  demoralization  from  their  sufferings. 

At  ten  o'clock  in  the  morning  there  was  no  further  altera- 
tion in  the  situation.  Bouquet  saw  that  it  was  only  a  question 
of  time  until  his  men  were  overpowered,  unless  a  change  came 
soon.  The  savages  pressed  harder  and  harder  upon  the  dis- 
tressed soldiery.  The  horses  picketed  in  the  circle  near  the 
barricade  for  the  wounded,  received  many  shots,  and  maddened 
with  pain,  added  to  the  uproar  of  battle  their  own  wild  and 
unearthly  cries,  or  sometimes  breaking  loose  they  Avould  bound 
through  the  lines  of  friends  and  foes,  and  run  up  and  down  the 
mountains  screaming  with  agony. 


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One  thing  was  true.  If  the  Indians  coukl  be  collected  into 
a  body  and  stand  long  enough  to  fight  it  out.  Bouquet  might 
yet  achieve  a  victory.  He  resolved  on  a  desperate  stratagem. 
Two  companies,  forming  a  part  of  the  line  hotly  pressed,  were 
ordered  to  fall  back  quickly,  wdiile  the  troops  on  either  side 
were  to  rapidly  cover  the  gap  by  a  thin  extension  of  their  own 
lines,  as  if  to  cover  the  retreat. 

The  maneuver  was  executed  successfully.  The  savages,  as 
Bouquet  had  foreseen,  mistook  the  movement  for  retreat.  They 
sprang  forward  at  the  gap  from  all  directions,  and  throwing 
themselves  on  the  slender  line,  were  on  the  point  of  breaking 
into  the  very  heart  of  the  camp,  when  the  aspect  of  affairs 
underwent  a  sudden  change.  The  tw^o  companies  which  had 
withdrawn  made  a  quick  flank  movement,  hidden  by  the  forest, 
and  just  as  the  Indians  were  on  the  point  of  victory,  discharged 
a  fearful  volley  into  their  flank  at  point-blank  range. 

The  astonished  savages  turned  at  bay,  and  fought  like  tigers 
to  extricate  themselves  from  the  trap.  Before  they  could  do 
so,  and  break  out  of  the  circle  which  they  had  fought  so  long 
to  break  into,  two  other  companies  w^ere  precipitated  upon  the 
Indians.  At  this  new  onslaught  they  broke  and  fled,  pursued 
by  the  English  and  overwhelmingly  routed.  The  exhausted 
troops  collected  their  w^ounded,  and,  by  the  following  evening, 
reached  Fort  Pitt. 

This  place  had  been  in  peril,  but  on  the  report  of  the  defeat 
of  their  warriors  at  Bushy  Run,  near  w^hich  the  battle  had  been 
fought,  the  besiegers  fled.  The  defenders  of  the  fort  had  taken 
every  precaution  possible.  They  had  cleared  the  land  around 
it  so  that  the  savages  might  have  no  shelter.  They  had  raised 
the  palisade,  strengthened  the  barracks,  and  even  constructed  a 
rude  fire-engine  to  be  used  in  case  the  savages  succeeded  in 
firing  the  buildings. 

On  the  other  hand,  the  Indians  had  displayed  equal  ingenu- 
ity. Under  cover  of  night,  they  had  crawded  up  the  open  river 
banks,  under  the  ramparts,  and  by  incredible  industry  had  dug 


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out  innumerable  rifle-pits  with  their  knives.  Each  one  of  these 
burrows  held  one  or  two  warriors,  whose  deadly  aim  was  cer- 
tain to  bring  down  every  exposed  soldier.  The  peril  of  the 
fort,  thus  closely  invested,  arose  from  famine.  The  arrival  of 
Bouquet,  however,  happily  averted  it. 

Bouquet's  victory  caused  only  a  temporary  lull  in  the  deso- 
lation of  the  frontiers  in  its  immediate  neighborhood.  The  his- 
tory of  the  time  is  full  of  fearful  incidents.  A  party  of  twenty- 
four  soldiers,  in  charge  of  a  train  of  provision  wagons,  was 
ambuscaded  three  miles  below  Niagara  Falls,  where  the  narrow 
road  ran  close  to  the  brink  of  the  gloomy  precipices  and  black 
abysses  of  Devil's  Hole.  Such  as  were  not  killed  on  the  spot 
were  thrown  over  the  cliff,  and  were  shattered  beyond  recogni- 
tion far  below  upon  the  rocks.  A  relief  party  started  out  from 
Fort  Niagara  on  hearing  the  sound  of  rifles,  but  fell  into  an 
ambuscade  not  less  terrible  than  the  first,  leaving  over  fifty  of 
their  number  slain. 

In  the  war  on  the  Pennsylvania  border  one  incident  stands 
out  unmatched  in  its  cruelty.  In  the  center  of  a  lonely  forest 
stood  a  small  school-house.  This  building  was  attacked  by 
Indians  just  as  the  master  was  about  to  begin  the  daily  round 
of  study  with  prayer.  He  was  killed  with  the  open  Bible  in 
his  hand,  and  an  agonized  plea  for  the  safety  of  his  scholars  on 
his  lips.  At  nightfall,  when  the  little  fellows  who  attended  the 
school  failed  to  return  home,  anxious  searchers  made  their  way 
to  the  school-house,  where  they  found  the  lifeless  remains  of 
the  teacher,  surrounded  by  the  corpses  of  his  nine  scholars. 

Before  the  winter  closed  in,  another  attempt  was  made  to 
relieve  Detroit.  Major  Wilkins,  with  a  force  of  six  hundred 
regulars,  collected  with  painful  effort  from  the  colonies,  started 
up  the  Niagara  River.  Before  proceeding  far  they  were  attacked 
by  Indians  and  driven  back  in  confusion  to  Fort  Schlosser. 

A  second  time  the  ill-fated  expedition  set  out,  and  succeeded 
in  reaching  Lake  Erie.  The  inland  lake  of  azure,  as  deceitful 
as  a  coquette,  had  been  almost  traversed.    The  broad  mouth  of 


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the  Detroit  River  was  already  in  sight.  The  tired  garrison  were 
just  on  the  })oint  of  being  relieved.  But  the  sjiilors  in  the  flo- 
tilla shook  their  heads  wiLli  misgiving,  and  talked  in  low  voices, 
as  they  saw  rising  in  the  north-western  sky  the  dark  battalions 
of  the  Storm  King.  With  inconceivable  rapidity,  the  little  line 
of  blue  vapor  which  hung  lazily  on  the  horizon  expanded  and 
dilated  until  the  blue  canopy  was  obscured  with  dark  and  thun- 
derous clouds.  The  ragged  rain  line  advanced  swiftly.  A  heavy 
gale  of  wind  arose.  The  helpless  bateaux  w^ere  rocked  more 
and  more  uneasily  on  the  rising  waves. 

The  surface  of  the  lake  grew  black  as  ink,  and  w^as  flecked 
with  angry  white-caps.  The  bright  day  was  succeeded  by  the 
greenish  darkness  of  the  tempest.  Every  muscle  was  strained 
by  the  crew  of  each  canoe  to  make  the  shore.  It  had  been 
four  miles  away  when  the  first  signs  of  the  approaching  storm 
were  detected.  For  fifteen  minutes  they  had  been  headed  for 
land.    Yet  it  was  still  two  miles  and  a  half  away. 

The  gale  rose  higher  and  higher.  Now  a  rolling  wave  lifted 
the  prow^  of  a  canoe  five  feet  in  the  air,  now  plunged  it  as  far 
below  the  surface  of  the  lake,  and  broke  athwart  the  bow,  del- 
uging the  rowers  with  spray  and  Avater.  Red  lightnings  shot 
zigzag  across  the  angry  sky,  and  terrific  peals  of  thunder 
exploded  like  the  trumps  of  doom.  As  the  tempest  grew 
heavier  and  wrought  the  mobile  lake  into  more  perfect  reflec- 
tion of  its  own  fury  and  violence,  the  bateaux  heaviest  laden 
began  to  fill  and  sink.  Some  of  the  crew  w^ould  be  taken  on 
board  other  boats  ;  others,  with  white  faces  upturned,  and  pierc- 
ing screams  for  help,  sank  out  of  sight  forever  in  the  raging 
depths.  Great  drops  of  water  began  to  fall.  The  oarsmen 
pulled  with  swollen  arteries  and  knotted  sinews. 

At  last,  as  the  flood-gates  of  the  sky  were  opened,  the  flotilla 
attempted  to  land.  The  frail  vessels  were  caught  in  the  arms 
of  giant  breakers  and  flung  again  and  again  with  remorseless 
violence  against  the  beach.  The  men  jumped  overboard,  and 
abandoning  provisions,  weapons,  and  ammunition  to  the  greedy 


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waves,  fought  their  way  through  the  seething  surf  to  the  land  so 
many  had  failed  to  reach.  The  equipment  of  the  expedition  was 
utterly  lost.  To  proceed  to  Detroit  was  only  to  treble  the  num- 
ber behind  the  palisade  which  must  be  fed,  without  replenishing 
the  scanty  supply  of  provision.  With  misery  and  hardship  the 
men  struggled  back  to  Niagara.    Detroit  was  still  left  alone. 

Before  the  news  of  this  disaster  reached  the  garrison,  infor- 
mation of  a  very  different  kind  had  filled  the  spirit  of  the 
mighty  Pontiac  with  bitterness  and  rage.  While  Pontiac  had 
been  maturing  the  far-reaching  plans  of  his  ambitious  conspiracy 
in  the  winter  of  1762-1763,  to  overthrow  the  English,  re-estab- 
lish France  in  the  military  dominion  of  the  west,  and  seat  the 
Indians,  the  aboriginal  lords,  upon  the  throne  of  the  balance  of 
power  between  the  tvo  European  nations,  these  latter  had  been 
maturing  a  counter  movement,  culminating  on  the  10th  of 
February,  1763,  in  the  treaty  of  Paris,  by  which  France 
resigned  all  claim  to  the  territory  east  of  the  Mississippi. 

The  news  of  this  treaty  reached  Pontiac  when  the  siege  of 
Detroit  was  but  a  month  old.  But  Avith  iron-headed  skepti- 
cism the  dark-browed  king  of  the  forest  refused  to  believe  it, 
and  threatened  death  to  every  person  wdio  ventured  to  bring 
such  news.  As  the  summer  rolled  away,  with  Detroit  still 
unsubdued,  and  the  expected  war  canoes  of  the  French  king, 
which  he  had  promised  his  followers  months  before  were 
already  on  their  way  to  strike  the  English,  were  yet  as  far  off  as 
ever,  Pontiac  stamped  his  foot  with  rage,  and  dispatched  a 
fierce,  haughty  demand  for  weapons,  provisions,  and  re-enforce- 
ments to  the  French  commandant  of  Fort  Chartres,  in  the  Illi- 
nois country. 

The  reply  to  this  demand  reached  the  haughty  Pontiac 
about  the  time  of  the  Lake  Erie  disaster.  It  was  to  the  effect 
that  the  French  king  had  made  peace  and  resigned  all  claim  to 
her  territory  in  America;  that  instead  of  expecting  help  for 
war,  Pontiac  shoukl  himself  lay  down  the  hatchet. 

On  receipt  of  this  message,  of  which  the  authenticity  could 


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not  be  doubted.  Poiitiac'.s  fierce  spirit  was  wrought  into  unspeak- 
able fury.  For  hours  no  man  or  wouuui  dared  go  near  him,  so 
terrible  was  his  rage.  He  sat  raving  and  cursing,  like  an 
archangel  fallen."  There  are  fiercer  storms  than  those  of  wind 
and  wave.  This  was  one.  It  was  a  tempest  in  a  brain.  At  last 
he  rose,  and  with  imperious  gesture  ordered  the  frightened 
squaws  to  take  down  the  wigwams.  That  night  the  dark  con- 
spirator withdrew  to  the  tribes  along  the  Maumee  River.  The 
-;ege  of  Detroit,  however,  though  practically  suspended  during 
the  winter,  was  renewed  the  following  spring,  but  with  less 
pertinacity  and  zeal.  The  eye  of  the  master  was  no  longer  there 
to  oversee  it. 

Though  Detroit  still  baffled  the  fierce  tribes  of  the  north, 
the  defenseless  borders  of  Pennsylvania  and  Virginia  ceased  not 
to  be  desohited  with  fire  and  blood.  Farther  and  farther  to  the 
east  the  savages  pushed  their  depredations.  Nearer  and  nearer 
to  the  quick  of  the  luition  did  the  assassin's  knife  cut  its  way. 
To  these  things  the  Quaker  Assembly  of  Philadelphia  refused 
to  make  any  resistance.  With  placid  obstinacy  and  undisturbed 
countenances,  they  heard  the  horrible  tales  of  border  massacre 
and  bloodshed,  and  then  declared  that  resistance  would  be  sin- 
ful !  The  poor  frontier  people  flooded  the  assembly  with 
memorials,  pleas,  petitions,  prayers,  and  supplications,  imploring, 
begging,  demanding  protection.  To  these  things  the  good 
Quakers  turned  an  ear  of  stone. 

So  the  frontiersmen^  as  is  always  the  case  where  the  govern- 
ment fails  to  discharge  its  duty  and  enforce  the  law,  took  the 
law  and  its  execution  into  their  own  hands.  Bands  of  maddened 
and  desperate  men  organized  for  protection  and  revenge.  As  the 
report  of  their  telling  blows  against  the  savages  reached  Phila- 
delphia, the  Quakers  raised  a  fearful  clamor  of  denunciation. 
As  the  majority  of  the  frontiersmen  were  Presbyterians,  the  gall 
of  sectarianism  was  added  to  the  wormwood  of  political  strife 
over  the  issue  of  resistance  or  non-resistance — which? 

The  bold  borderers  fought  well,  shouting  their  notes  of  defi- 


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ance  to  the  citizens  of  the  Quaker  capital.  Among  them,  our 
old  friend  James  Smith,  whose  fortunes  in  captivity  Ave  traced 
in  a  former  chapter,  was  one  of  the  most  notorious  and  success- 
ful leaders.  Of  course  this  irregular  warfare,  a  sort  of  unli- 
censed murdering,  led  to  excesses.  One  of  these  has  become 
historic.    It  illustrates  ths  stormy  time. 

Near  the  broad  and  mirror-like  Susquehanna,  and  at  no  great 
distance  from  the  town  of  Lancaster,  at  a  spot  known  as  the 
Manor  of  Conestoga,  lived  a  smalL  band  of  Indians.  The  set- 
tlement was  old,  and  in  former  years  had  been  prosperous, 
but  at  the  time  of  which  we  write  had  dwindled,  till  nothing 
remained  of  it  but  a  cluster  of  squalid  hovels,  inhabited  by 
twenty  wretched  Indians,  regarded  in  the  neighborhood  simply 
as  lazy,  but  harmless  vagabonds.  On  the  east  bank  of  the  Sus- 
quehanna, and  some  distance  farther  up,  stood  the  town  of  Pax- 
ton.  It  had  been  burnt  by  the  Indians  in  the  French  war.  Of 
this  burning  and  the  massacre  which  followed,  the  inhabitants 
carried  in  their  hearts  the  memory.  For  the  Indians  they  had 
no  mercy,  but  only  black  hate  and  an  undying  thirst  for 
revenge.  For  some  time,  as  the  horrors  of  Indian  warfare  again 
swept  along  the  frontiers,  they  had  watched  the  poor  vagabonds 
of  Conestoga  with  an  eye  of  fierce  suspicion.  The  verdict  of 
history  is  that  one  or  two  of  the  Conestoga  Indians  were  guilty ; 
the  rest  innocent. 

One  night  word  was  brought  to  Paxton  that  an  Indian, 
known  to  have  committed  depredations,  had  been  tracked  to 
Conestoga.  The  Paxton  blood  was  fired.  Fifty  men,  athirst 
for  blood,  mounted  on  horses,  proceeded  to  the  Indian  settle- 
ment and  surrounded  it  just  before  daybreak.  As  they  drew 
near  to  the  hovels,  an  Indian  overheard  them  and  looked  out. 
One  of  the  men  thought  or  pretended  that  he  recognized  him. 
"  Curse  him  !  he  is  the  one  that  killed  my  mother,"  he  shouted, 
and  firing  at  the  instant,  the  poor  wretch  fell  dead.  With  wdld 
shouts,  the  rufiians  burst  into  the  cabins,  and  shot,  stabbed,  and 
butchered  the  inmates.    As  it  happened,  there  were  only  six 


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201 


Indians  in  the  settlement,  the  rest,  vagahonds  that  they  wer^', 
being  scattered  o^'^n^  the  surrounding  country.  After  firing  the 
cabins,  the  fierce  Paxtonians  rode  rapidly  away,  freely  scattering 
the  news. 

In  an  hour  or  two  the  sheriff  of  Lancaster  arrived  on  the 
ground.  lie  at  once  proceeded  to  collect  the  fourteen  other 
Indians  who  had  escaped  the  nias>acre  by  being  absent,  and 
lodged  them  in  the  Lancaster  jail  for  safety.  On  receipt  of  the 
news  at  Philadelphia,  the  government  at  once  offered  a  reward 
for  the  apprehension  of  the  murderers.  This  measure  inflamed 
the  Paxton  men  be^'ond  all  control.  On  December  27.  1763, 
they  started  to  Lancaster,  against  the  protests  of  the  cooler- 
headed  people  of  the  community,  with  the  purpose,  more  or  less 
understood  among  them,  of  breaking  into  the  jail  and  killing 
the  Indians  who  had  escaped  the  first  massacre. 

About  three  o'clock  in  the  afternoon  the  rioters,  all  heavily 
armed,  galloped  into  the  little  town  and  up  to  the  jail,  quickly 
burst  in  the  door,  and  made  their  way  to  the  Indians.  The 
latter  gathered  billets  of  wood  for  self-defense.  At  sight  of 
resistance  the  rioters  fired  into  the  crowd.  In  a  moment 
more,"  says  Parkman.  the  yard  was  filled  with  the  ruffians, 
ctu\sing  and  firing  upon  the  cowering  wretches,  holding  the 
muzzles  of  their  pieces,  in  some  instances,  so  near  their  victims' 
heads  that  the  brains  were  scattered  by  the  explosion.  The 
work  was  soon  finisheil.  The  bodies  of  men.  women,  and  chil- 
dren, mangled  with  outrageous  brutality,  lay  scattered  about 
the  yard,  and  the  rioters  were  gone."' 

The  whole  cotmtry  was  thrown  into  an  uproar  by  this  event. 
On  the  one  hand,  the  government  was  offering  rewards  for  the 
apprehension  of  the  murderers  ;  on  the  other  hand,  the  hardy 
frontiersmen  threatened  to  destroy  a  government  which  left 
them  to  their  fate,  and  branded  them  as  murderers  if  they  but 
defended  themselves.  The  sectarian  quarrel,  and  political  dis- 
putes concerning  inadequate  representation,  and  taxation  without 
protection,  filled  the  country  with  agitation  and  clamor. 


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To  Philadelphia  there  had  been  removed,  a  few  weeks  before 
the  Lancaster  affair,  a  community  of  Moravian  Indians  from 
Bethlehem,  in  order  to  ;sa\  e  them  from  the  fate  which  after- 
wards befell  the  Conestogas.  All  along  the  line  of  march  the 
refugees  had  been  insulted,  and  a  howling  mob  assaulted  them 
in  the  streets  of  Philadelphia.  They  were  protected  by  the 
Quakers,  and  afforded  shelter  and  food.  This  thing  was  remem- 
bored  as  the  agitation  over  the  Paxton  matter  grew  greater  and 
greater.  Far  and  wide  through  the  frontier  borders,  the  notion 
sju-ang  up  of  proceeding  to  Philadelphia,  destroying  these  poor 
savages,  and  overturning  the  government. 

Towards  the  close  of  January,  a  force  of  from  five  hun- 
dred to  fifteen  hundred  desperate  borderers  started  on  this 
mission  to  Philadelphia.  They  expected  co-operation  from  the 
city  mob.  Rumor  had  anticipated  their  movement  by  several 
days,  and  thrown  the  city  of  Philadelphia  into  a  panic 
of  fear.  -  * 

The  first  resolution  was  to  send  the  Indians  away  to  New 
York.  The  execution  of  the  timid  plan  was  hastily  begun. 
Before  daybreak,  one  bitter  cold  January  morning,  the  half-clad 
Indians  filed  mournfully  through  the  streets  of  the  City  of 
Brotherly  Love.  The  report  of  their  removal  had  filled  the 
streets  with  a  howling  mob,  even  at  that  hour.  Under  the  pro- 
tection of  soldiers  little  less  hostile  than  the  mob  itself,  the 
unfortunate  and  shivering  Indians  commenced  their  march  on 
foot  to  New  York. 

Greeted  everywhere  by  the  curses  of  the  people,  the  sad 
children  of  the  forest  proceeded  as  far  as  Amboy,  where  they 
were  notified  by  the  governor  of  New^  York  that  they  would  not 
be  allowed  to  enter  tliat  province,  and  that  an  attempt  to  do  so 
would  be  resisted  by  force.  For  some  days  the  poor  Indian 
converts  remained  in  the  barracks  at  Amboy,  engaged  almost 
constantly  in  singing  and  praying.  But  there  seemed  to  be  no 
resting-place  for  them  in  the  land  of  their  fathers.  The  gOA^- 
ernor  of  New  Jersey  sent  a  message  requiring  llieni  to  leave 


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that  province  forthwith.  Beaten  from  pillar  to  post,  the 
unhappy  Indians  again  turned  their  faces  to  Philadelphia. 

The  return  of  the  Indians,  together  with  the  news  of  the 
approach  of  the  Paxton  men,  again  convulsed  the  city  with  appre- 
hension, discord,  and  fright.  A  large  element  in  the  city  openly 
declared  that  they  would  espouse  the  cause  of  the  borderers  if 
it  came  to  an  armed  conflict.  The  rest  of  the  inhabitants  took 
active  measures  for  defense.  The  Quakers  said  no  more  about 
non-resistance.  Barricades  were  thrown  up  in  the  streets,  cannon 
were  mounted,  patrol  guards  posted,  and  a  citizen  soldiery 
hastily  organized. 

At  two  o'clock  one  morning  the  wild  clangor  of  the  alarm 
bells  sent  a  shudder  to  every  heart.  By  previous  arrangement, 
every  window  was  filled  with  candles.  A  vast  multitude  of 
armed  citizens  surged  up  and  down  the  streets  of  the  city. 
The  alarm  proved  groundless.  The  rioters,  learning  the  recep- 
tion prepared  for  them,  advanced  no  nearer  than  Germantown. 
Here  they  were  visited  in  camp  by  many  citizens. 

A  compromise  treaty  was  drawn  up.  The  Paxton  men  con- 
tented themselves  with  presenting  elaborate  memorials  to  the 
assembly,  which  were  never  acted  on.  They  withdrew  to  their 
homes  without  having  accomplished  any  thing  further  than  to 
demonstrate  the  weakness  of  the  provincial  government,  and  the 
folly  of  all  doctrines  of  non-resistance.  As  for  the  city,  as  soon 
as  the  external  danger  was  removed,  the  rival  factions  engaged 
in  a  war  of  pamphlets  and  newspapers,  which  at  the  time  was 
one  of  the  most  serious,  but  now  appears  as  one  of  the  most 
laughable,  disputes  in  American  history. 

With  this  outline  of  the  border  wars  of  the  time  we  must 
be  content.  The  year  1764  witnessed  serious  military  efforts 
commensurate  with  the  undertaking  to  crush  the  Indian  power. 
Bradstreet  in  August  of  this  year  effected  the  relief  of  Detroit. 
The  weary  garrison,  after  a  siege  of  fifteen  months,  during  which 
they  had  been  cut  off  from  communication  with  the  rest  of  their 
race,  had  been  pent  up  in  rigorous  and  wearisome  confinement, 


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had  contended  with  a  sleepless  and  powerful  foe,  had  subsisted 
on  scanty  and  wretched  food,  and  had  worn  their  clothes  thread- 
bare, were  at  last  relieved,  and  permitted  to  step  outside  the 
worn  and  hard  beaten  inclosure  of  the  palisade,  and  return  to 
a  world  from  which  they  had  been  so  long  banished. 

In  the  south,  Bouquet,  at  the  head  of  a  strong  army,  pushed 
westward  from  Fort  Pitt,  compelled  the  Indian  tribes  every- 
where to  submit,  make  treaties  of  peace  and  surrender  their 
captives. 

On  a  certain  day  the  Indians  from  far  and  near  brought  their 
captives,  taken  during  many  years  of  warfare,  to  an  appointed 
rendezvous  for  their  surrender.  Thither  also  repaired  anxious 
throngs  of  settlers,  whose  relatives  and  friends  had  long  been 
missing.  The  scene  was  tragical.  The  long  lost  were  restored. 
Friend  recognized  friend ;  mothers  clasped  their  children  to 
their  eager  breasts.  There  was  great  joy.  There  was  also  great 
grief.  Many  persons  failed  to  find  the  faces  of  the  loved  ones 
sought.  Some  of  the  captives  had  their  hopes  crushed,  their 
hearts  broken  by  failing  to  meet  a  single  familiar  face. 

As  his  gigantic  conspiracy  crumbled  into  ruins,  Pontiac,  furi- 
ous as  a  lion  at  bay,  unconquered,  because  in  spirit  unconquer- 
able, placed  himself  in  person  among  the  Indians  of  what  are 
now  the  States  of  Indiana  and  Illinois,  rousing  them  by  his  indi- 
vidual influence  into  a  state  of  frenzy  and  warlike  wrath.  To 
defend  this  region,  over  w^hich  still  waved  the  flag  of  France, 
into  which  no  English  foot  had  dared  to  penetrate,  he  resolved 
to  devote  all  of  his  great  and  desperate  energies.  French  traders, 
hostile  to  the  advance  of  the  English  which  would  destroy  their 
occupation,  practiced  on  his  ignorance  and  favorite  belief.  By 
means  of  forged  letters,  purporting  to  be  written  by  the  king 
of  France,  they  again  inspired  in  him  that  belief  which  was  the 
corner-stone  of  his  conspiracy,  namely,  that  France  would  lend 
him  her  powerful  aid  and  re-enforcement. 

Bent  on  this  idea,  Pontiac  presented  himself  to  the  French 
commander  at  St.  Louis,  and  demanded  arms  and  ammunition. 


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The  Frenchman  tried  to  soften  his  refusal  by  })resents  of  a  less 
warlike  character.  But  Pontiac  had  one  absorbing,  overmaster- 
ing  ambition.  Whatever  ministered  to  that  ambition  he  desired 
and  demanded.  Whatever  did  not  minister  to  it  he  Hung  aside 
as  unworthy  his  attention.  So  he  refused  the  presents  with 
angry  scorn  and  bitter  words. 

Still  the  resources  of  this  Napoleon  of  the  forest  were  not 
exhausted.  He  dispatched  an  embassy  all  the  way  to  New 
Orleans  to  demand  help  from  the  French  Government.  These 
ambassadors  also  carried  war-belts  to  the  distant  warriors  of 
Louisiana,  to  whom  the  name  and  fame  of  the  mighty  Pontiac 
were  as  the  sun  at  noon.  These  tribes  were  urged  at  every 
cost  to  prevent  the  English  from  ascending  the  Mississippi, 
which  Pontiac's  military  genius  foresaw  they  would  attempt. 
In  this  he  was  right,  and  their  attempts  to  ascend  the  river 
were  completely  foiled.  .  , 

The  principal  mission  of  the  ambassadors  was,  however, 
a  complete  failure.  The  French  rule  was  just  about  to  give 
way  to  that  of  Spain,  to  whom  France  had  by  the  treaty  of 
Paris  resigned  Louisiana.  The  governor  interviewed  them  and 
explained  the  true  situation.  From  France  no  help  was  to  be 
expected.  . 

To  this  announcement  the  Indian  orator  made  a  reply  full  of 
the  most  cutting  sarcasm.  "  Since  we  last  sat  on  these  seats, 
our  ears  have  heard  strange  words.  When  the  English  told  us 
they  had  conquered  j^ou,  we  always  thought  they  lied ;  but  now^ 
w^e  have  learned  that  they  spoke  the  truth.  We  have  learned 
that  you,  whom  we  have  loved  and  served  so  well,  have  given 
the  lands  that  we  dwell  upon  to  your  enemies  and  ours.  We 
have  learned  that  the  English  have  forbidden  you  to  send  traders 
to  our  villages  to  supply  our  wants,  and  that  you,  whom  we 
thought  so  great  and  brave,  have  obeyed  their  commands  like 
women,  leaving  us  to  starve  and  die  in  misery.  We  now  tell 
you  once  for  all  that  our  lands  are  our  own;  and  we  tell  you, 
moreover,  that  we  can  live  without  your  aid,  and  hunt,  and  fish. 


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and  fight  as  our  fathers  did  before  us.  All  that  we  ask  of  you, 
is  this,  that  you  give  us  back  the  guns,  the  powder,  the  hatchets, 
and  the  knives  which  we  have  worn  out  in  fighting  your  battles. 
As  for  you/'  hissed  the  orator,  shaking  his  long  forefinger  at 
some  English  officers  who  were  present, — as  for  you,  our  hearts 
burn  with  rage,  when  we  think  of  the  ruin  you  have  brought 
on  us." 

When  the  report  of  this  embassy  reached  Pontiac,  he  saw 
that  all  was  lost.  The  foundation  of  all  his  ambitious  schemes 
was  French  interference.  He  had  rested  on  a  delusion.  He 
had  believed  in  a  lie.  His  solitary  will,  which  iiad  controlled 
and  combined  into  co-operation  a  thousand  restless  tribes,  had 
breathed  life  into  a  conspiracy  continental  in  its  proportions,  and 
had  exploded  a  mine  ramifying  to  forts,  isolated  by  hundreds  of 
miles  of  unbroken  wilderness,  could  no  longer  uphold  the  crum- 
bling fabric.  His  stormy  spirit  had  warred  with  destiny,  and 
had  been  conquered. 

For  the  proud  Pontiac  there  remained  but  two  alternatives, 
destruction  or  submission.  With  a  hell  of  hate  in  his  heart,  he 
chose,  the  latter.  Near  the  site  of  Lafayette,  Indiana,  he  met 
an  English  officer  and  formally  tendered  the  traditional  calumet 
of  peace.  He  proceeded  to  Detroit  with  his  diminished  retinue, 
and.  in  the  old  council-hall,  wdiere  he  and  his  blanketed  chiefs 
had  attempted  to  destroy  the  garrison,  the  terms  of  the  peace 
were  arranged.  The  following  spring  he  visited  Sir  William 
Johnson,  at  his  castle  in  the  Mohawk  valley,  and  finally  con- 
cluded the  peace,  renouncing  forever  the  bold  ambition  by  which 
he  expected  to  avert  or  retard  the  ruin  of  his  race. 

From  this  time  he  disappears  from  the  historic  page,  only 
to  reappear  in  the  last  scene  in  the  eventful  drama  of  his  life. 
Of  his  movements  during  the  intervening  years  no  record  exists. 
He  is  known  to  have  planted  his  lodge,  and  to  have  hunted  and 
fished  like  a  common  warrior,  through  the  region  which  now 
forms  the  great  States  of  Indiana  and  Illinois. 

In  April,  1769,  he  appeared  at  St.  Louis,  and  made  a  two 


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days'  visit  on  his  old  friend,  St.  Ange,  who  was  still  command- 
ant, though  by  that  time  his  command  was  in  the  interest  of 
Spain.  On  the  second  day,  word  came  that  the  Indians  of  an 
Illinois  town,  across  the  river,  were  having  a  dance  and  carousal, 
and  Pontiac  announced  his  intention  of  going  over.  He  drank 
deeply,  and,  marching  down  the  street  into  the  forest,  sang  the 
medicine  song. 

An  English  trader  named  Williamson,  apprehensive  of  the 
proximity  of  such  a  mighty  chieftain  and  conspirator  as  Pontiac, 
and  especially  suspicious  on  account  of  his  visit  to  the  French 
at  St.  Louis,  resolved  to  dispatch  him  while  he  was  in  his  power. 
A  drunken  Illinois  Indian  was  bribed  with  liquor  to  watch  Pon- 
tiac as  he  left  the  place,  and  stealing  after  him  through  the 
forest,  to  kill  him.  The  assassin  carried  out  the  plan,  and  buried 
a  tomahawk  in  the  mighty  brain  in  which  all  ambitions  were 
dead  forever. 

Parkman,  the  great  chieftain's  biographer,  thus  closes  his 
work  :  "  The  dead  body  was  soon  discovered,  and  startled  cries 
and  wild  bowlings  announced  the  event.  The  word  was  caught 
up  from  mouth  to  mouth,  and  the  place  resounded  with  infernal 
yells.  The  Avarriors  snatched  their  weapons.  The  Illinois  took 
part  with  their  guilty  countryman,  and  the  few  followers  of 
Pontiac,  driven  from  the  village,  fled  to  spread  the  tidings  and 
call  the  nations  to  revenge.  Meanwhile,  the  murdered  chief  lay 
in  the  spot  where  he  had  fallen,  until  St.  Ange,  mindful  of 
former  friendship,  sent  to  claim  the  body,  and  buried  it  with 
warlike  honors  near  his  fort  of  St.  Louis. 

"  Thus  basely  perished  this  champion  of  a  ruined  race.  But 
could  his  shade  have  revisited  the  scene  of  murder,  his  savage 
spirit  would  have  exulted  in  the  vengeance  which  overwhelmed 
the  abettors  of  the  crime.  Whole  tribes  were  rooted  out  to  ex- 
piate it.  Chiefs  and  sachems  whose  veins  had  thrilled  with  his 
eloquence,  young  warriors  whose  aspiring  hearts  had  caught  the 
inspiration  of  his  greatness,  mustered  to  revenge  his  fate ;  and, 
from  the  north  and  east,  their  united  bands  descended  on  the 


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villages  of  the  Illinois.  Tradition  has  but  faintlv  presented  the 
memory  of  the  event ;  and  its  only  annalists,  men  who  held  the 
intestine  feuds  of  the  savage  tribes  in  no  more  account  than 
the  quarrels  of  panthers  or  wildcats,  have  left  but  a  meagre 
record.  Yet  enouodi  remains  to  tell  us  that  over  the  aivave  of 
Pontiac  more  blood  was  poured  out  in  atonement  than  flowed 
from  the  hecatombs  of  slaughtered  heroes  on  the  corpse  of 
Patrochis  :  and  the  remnant  of  the  IIKnois  who  survived  the 
carnaa^e  remained  forever  after  sunk  into  utter  insiamificance. 

*•  Xeitlier  mound  nor  tablet  marked  the  burial-place  of  Pon- 
tiac. For  a  mausoleum,  a  city  has  risen  above  the  forest  hero  i 
and  the  race  whom  he  hated  with  such  burning  rancor  trample 
with  unceasing  footsteps  over  his  forgotten  grave.*' 


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JOSEPH  BRANT  AND  THE  MOIlAWlt^. 


CHAPTEE  Y. 

JOSEPH  BRANT  AND  THE  MOHAWKS. 

HE  traveler  along  the  New  York  Central  railroad 
may  have  pointed  out  to  him,  near  the  town  of 
Amsterdam,  a  heavy  stone  mansion,  half  hidden 
from  view  by  a  grove  of  locust  trees.  The 
building  is  "Johnson  Castle,"  a  name  which  its 
owner  gave  it  one  hundred  and  forty  years  ago. 
Its  walls  are  thick  and  massive,  its  windows 
small  and  deep-set.  Though  extremely  odd  in 
its  architecture,  its  size  and  durability  still  give  it  just  rank  as 
a  fine  residence.  A  century  and  a  half  sit  lightly  on  its  shoul- 
ders, and,  barring  accidents,  it  will  survive  two  or  three  times 
that  period.  A  few  miles  away,  in  the  edge  of  Johnstown,  the 
curious  visitor  will  find  "  Johnson  Hall."  It  is  twenty  years 
younger  than  the  castle.  . 

A  visitor  describes  the  place  as  follows :  "Although  both 
house  and  grounds  have  been  greatly  altered  and  modernized, 
we  can  even  now  judge  well  what  they  must  have  been  origi- 
nally. The  hall  is  a  two-storied  double  mansion,  built  of  wood, 
in  the  most  substantial,  conscientious  manner,  with  raised  panels 
^  on  the  outside  in  imitation  of  stone.  It  was,  without  doubt,  in 
its  day  the  most  spacious  and  elegant  edifice  in  the  colony  out- 
side of  New  York  City.  The  hall  is  fully  fifteen  feet  wide,  and 
the  ceilings  over  twelve  feet  high,  surrounded  \Nith  massive 
wooden  cornices  of  carved  work.  The  sides  of  the  rooms  are 
elegantly  wainscoted  with  pine  panels  and  heavy  carved  work. 
A  broad  staircase,  of  easy  ascent,  leads  from  the  lower  to  the 


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upper  hall,  ornamented  with  massive  mahogany  balustrades, 
which  still,  at  every  foot,  hear  the  marks  of  the  tomahawk's 
hacking,  said  by  tradition  to  have  been  notched  there  by  Chief 
Brant  himself,  when  he  fled  the  valley  with  Sir  J ohn  J ohnson,  in 
1776,  ''  to  protect  the  house  from  the  torch  of  Indians,  who 
would  understand  and  respect  these  signs." 

"  Of  the  garden  and  nursery,  situated  to  the  south  of  the 
hall,  and  which  in  the  olden  times  were  the  delight  of  their  owner, 
and  the  pride  of  the  surrounding  country,  no  vestige  remains. 
Some  of  the  poplars,  however,  which  he  planted,  still  stand, 
green  and  vigorous.  The  hall  was  formerly  flanked  by  two 
stone  block-houses,  with  sundry  loop-holes  for  musketry  cut 
directly  under  the  eaves.  But  one  of  these — now  converted  into 
a  servants'  dwelling — yet  stands,  the  other  having  been  burned 
down  many  years  ago.  Of  the  stone  wall  which  surrounded  the 
whole  place  as  a  protection  against  attack,  but  little  now  remains. 

"A  subterranean  passage  formerly  led  from  the  main  build- 
ing to  the  block-house  on  the  left,  and  thence  another  communi- 
cated with  the  block-house  on  the  right  flank.  These  passages, 
however,  as  well  as  the  port-holes  in  the  remaining  block-house, 
have  been  filled  up.  Although  the  building  never  experienced 
a  siege,  yet  it  was  twice  fortified;  once,  as  stated,  by  a  strong 
stone  rampart  in  1763,  and  again  in  1776." 

The  builder  and  original  proprietor  of  these  singular  and 
romantic  looking  mansions  was  Sir  William  Johnson,  Baronet. 
He  came  to  this  country  when  a  young  man,  w^ithout  title  or 
fortune.  Engaging  in  traffic  with  the  Indians,  Johnson,  by  dint 
of  great  natural  abilities,  which  were  assisted  rather  than 
retarded  by  a  coarse  nature,  made  money  in  large  quantities. 
In  1742  he  bought  from  the  Mohawk  Indians  a  large  tract  of 
the  richest  land  in  the  world,  lying  in  the  very  heart  of  the 
far-famed  Mohawk  valley.  To  this  he  added  by  yearly  pur- 
chases, until  he  became  the  wealthiest  man,  and,  next  to  the 
Penns,  the  largest  landed  proprietor  in  America.  The  "  castle  " 
was  his  residence  throughout  the  year,  until  he  built  the  "  hall/' 


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in  1763,  which  he  occupied  as  a  summer  residence,  using  the 
older  mansion  only  in  winter. 

Four  or  five  years  after  he  built  the  castle,  the  wife  of  Colonel 
Johnson,  as  he  was  then  called,  a  plain,  fair-haired  German  girl,  of 
humble  lineage,  died,  leaving  her  husband  one  boy,  John,  and  two 
baby  daughters.  One  day  the  widower  attended  a  muster  of 
the  county  militia.  As  an  officer  came  riding  by  on  a  praiicing 
steed,  a  bright-eyed,  red-cheeked  Indian  girl  of  sixteen,  a  real 
beauty,  with  her  white  teeth,  long,  flowing,  black  hair,  and  a 
form  of  rare  symmetry  and  grace,  laughingly  bantered  him  for 
a  ride.  The  officer  told  her  she  might  jump  on  if  she  could. 
Quick  as  flash  the  agile  girl  leaped  on  the  horse  behind  the 
gallant  rider,  and  clinging  to  him,  her  hair  and  ribbons  blowing 
wildly  in  the  breeze,  rode  round  and  round  on  the  flying  steed 
before  the  applauding  crowd.  One  man  took  more  than  ordinary 
interest  in  the  incident.  It  was  the  susceptible  and  lonely  wid- 
ower. That  night  Mollie  Brant,  for  such  was  the  name  of  the 
dusky  beauty,  5vent  home  with  the  baronet  to  Johnson  Castle, 
becoming  thenceforth  the  mistress  alike  of  it  and  its  proprietor. 

The  two  motherless  daughters  were  assigned  apartments 
of  their  own,  where  they  lived  in  complete  seclusion  under  the 
care  of  a  devoted  friend  of  their  mother,  an  officer's  widow. 
Their  time  was  occupied  with  needle-work  or  study.  Their 
library  consisted  of  the  Bible  and  prayer-book,  a  lot  of  the 
ponderous  romances,  which  mark  the  beginning  of  the  English 
novel,  and  Rollin  s  "  Ancient  History."  A  game  of  chess,  a 
walk  in  the  park  or  a  drive  up  the  valley,  constituted  their  only 
amusements.  At  the  age  of  sixteen  they  had  never  seen  a  lady 
other  than  their  governess.  Occasionally  some  gentleman  vis- 
itor found  his  way  to  Johnson  Hall.  This  was  a  rare  treat  to 
the  lonely  girls,  to  whom  such  a  guest  was  always  presented. 
They  married  early,  and  their  father  built  for  them  two  elegant 
stone  residences  a  few  miles  from  the  castle. 

Far  different  from  this  conventual  life  of  the  two  sisters 
was  that  led  below  stairs  by  the  baronet.    From  the  first,  Sir 


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William,  as  we  will  call  him,  though  the  title  was  not  conferred 
by  the  king  until  the  French  and  Indian  War,  acquired  great 
influence  over  the  warriors  of  the  far-famed  Six  Nations.  He 
had  located  himself  in  the  heart  of  the  territory  of  the  Mo- 
hawks, the  most  easterly  of  the  Iroquois  nations.  Thoroughly 
understanding  the  Indian  character,  he  won  their  confidence 
and  attained  an  ascendancy  in  their  councils  which  no  other 
white  man  ever  approximated.  The  negotiations  of  the  British 
Government  with  the  Iroquois  were  all  carried  on  through  him. 
The  castle  was  his  store-house,  where  all  the  wonderful  supplies 
of  guns,  ammunition,  and  trinkets  were  kept  for  trade.  Around 
the  castle  were  clusters  of  cabins  for  the  accommodation  of 
Indians  who  came  to  trade. 

Sir  William  kept  a  bounteous  table,  open  to  every  comer, 
and  dispensed  his  hospitality  in  lord-like  style.  The  Indians 
would  visit  him  day  and  night,  sleeping  in  the  halls,  on  the 
steps,  or  in  the  cabins,  as  suited  their  fancy,  and  faring  on 
their  host's  sumptuous  provision  for  days  at  a  time.  The  nat- 
ural genius  of  the  man  for  controlling  the  restless  red  men, 
and  bending  their  rigid  natures  to  his  will,  was  powerfully 
supplemented  by  his  rather  questionable  alliance  with  Mollie 
Brant.  She  w^as  immensely  popular,  possessed  a  shrewd  intelli- 
gence, and  herself  acquired  great  influence  over  her  people. 

The  baronet,  moreover,  by  this  connection,  for  it  was  not 
a  marriage,  won  the  hearts  of  the  Avarriors.  His  castle,  to 
which  they  were  always  delighted  to  come,  was  looked  up  to 
as  the  splendid  establishment  of  one  of  their  own  people.  As 
they  exchanged  their  valuable  furs  for  the  wares  of  the  baronet, 
the  heavy  profit  which  went  into  his  pocket  was,  they  felt,  well 
earned  by  the  free  and  easy  manner  with  which  he  treated 
them.  In  winter,  the  baronet  often  humored  them  by  arraying 
himself  in  Indian  disguise — war-paint,  feathers,  and  tomahawk, 
complete — and  living  with  them  for  weeks  at  a  time  as  one  of 
their  own  braves.  His  word  once  given  them,  whether  a  threat 
or  a  promise,  was  kept  inviolate. 


JOSEPH  BRANT  AND  THE  MOHAWKS. 

His  vast  landed  estate  was  parceled  out  among  Dutch  and 
Highland  tenantry,  who  wer^  as  devoted  to  his  interests  as 
the  Indians  themselves.  "  Nature  had  well  fitted  him/'  says  a 
writer,  "  for  the  position  in  which  his  propitious  stars  had  cast 
his  lot.  His  person  was  tall,  erect,  and  strong ;  his  features, 
grave  and  manly.  His  direct  and  upright  dealings,  his  courage, 
eloquence,  and  address  were  sure  passports  to  favor  in  Indian 
eyes. 

"  He  had  a  singular  facility  of  adaptation.  In  the  camp  or 
at  the  council-board,  in  spite  of  his  defective  education,  he  bore 
himself  as  became  his  station ;  but  at  home^  he  was  seen  drink- 
ing flip  and  smoking  tobacco  with  the  Dutch  boors,  his  neigh- 
bors, talking  of  improvements  or  the  price  of  beaver-skins  ;  and 
in  the  Indian  villages  he  would  feast  on  dog's  flesh,  dance  with 
the  warriors,  and  harangue  his  attentive  auditors  with  all  the 
dignity  of  an  Iroquois  sachem.  His  temper  was  genial,  he 
encouraged  rustic  sports,  and  was  respected  and  beloved  alike 
by  whites  and  Indians. 

"  His  good  qualities,  however,  were  alloyed  with  defects. 
His  mind  was  as  coarse  as  it  was  vigorous ;  he  was  vain  of  his 
rank  and  influence,  without  any  scruples  of  delicacy  as  to  pro- 
claiming them.  Eager  and  ambitious  in  pushing  his  own  resist- 
less way,  he  trampled  beneath  his  iron  heel  whomsoever  might 
cross  his  pathway."  ^ 

Before  proceeding  to  the  story  which  forms  the  more  imme- 
diate subject  of  this  chapter,  it  may  be  well  to  speak  more  at 
length  than  we  have  heretofore  done  of  the  far-famed  Iroquois, 
among  whom  Sir  William  Johnson  lived,  and  over  whom  he 
exerted  such  a  commanding  influence.  Francis  Parkman  gives 
the  following  eloquent  summary  of  their  tragic  history : 

"Foremost  in  war,  foremost  in  eloquence,  foremost  in  their 
savage  arts  of  policy,  stood  the  fierce  people  called  by  them- 
selves the  Hodenosaunee,  and  by  the  French  the  Iroquois,  a 
name  which  has  since  been  applied  to  the  entire  family,  of  which 
they  formed  the  dominant  member.    They  extended  their  con- 


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quests  and  their  depredations  from  Quebec  to  the  CarolinaSj  and 
from  the  western  prairies  to  the  forests  of  Maine.  On  the 
south,  they  forced  tribute  from  the  subjugated  Delawares,  and 
pierced  the  mountain  fastnesses  of  the  Cherokees  with  inces- 
sant forays.  On  the  north,  they  uprooted  the  ancient  settle- 
ments of  the  Wyandots.  On  the  west,  they  exterminated  the 
Eries  and  the  Andastes,  and  spread  haA^oc  and  dismay  among 
the  tribes  of  the  Illinois;  and  on  the  east,  the  Indians  of  New 
England  fled  at  the  first  peal  of  the  Mohawk  war-cry. 

"  Nor  was  it  the  Indian  race  alone  who  quailed  before  their 
ferocious  valor.  All  Canada  shook  with  the  desolating  fury  of 
their  onset;  the  people  fled  to  the  forts  for  refuge;  the  blood- 
besmeared  conquerors  roamed  like  wolves  among  the  burning 
settlements,  and  the  youthful  colony  trembled  on  the  brink  of 
ruin. 

"  The  Iroquois,  in  some  measure,  owed  their  triumphs  to  the 
position  of  their  country ;  for  they  dwelt  within  the  present 
limits  of  the  State  of  New  York,  whence  several  great  rivers 
and  the  inland  oceans  of  the  northern  lakes  opened  ready  thor- 
oughfares to  their  roving  warriors  through  all  the  adjacent 
wilderness.  But  the  true  fountain  of  their  success  is  to  be 
sought  in  their  own  inherent  energies,  wrought  to  the  most  effect- 
ive action  under  a  political  fabric  well  suited  to  the  Indian 
life ;  in  their  mental  and  moral  organization ;  in  their  insatiable 
ambition  and  restless  ferocity. 

"In  their  scheme  of  government,  as  in  their  social  customs 
and  religious  observances,  the  Iroquois  displayed,  in  full  sym- 
metry and  matured  strength,  the  same  characteristics  which  in 
other  tribes  are  found  distorted,  withered,  decayed  to  the  root, 
or,  perhaps,  faintly  visible  in  an  imperfect  germ.  They  con- 
sisted of  five  tribes  or  nations,  the  Mohawks,  the  Oneidas,  the 
Onondagas.  the  Cayugas,  and  the  Senecas,  to  whom  a  sixth,  the 
Tuscaroras,  was  afterwards  added. 

"  To  each  of  these  tribes  belonged  an  organization  of  its 
pwn.    Each  had  several  sachems^  who^  with  the  subordinate 


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chiefs  and  principal  men,  regulated  all  its  internal  affairs ;  but 
when  foreign  powers  were  to  be  treated  with,  or  matters  involv- 
ing the  whole  confederacy  required  deliberation,  all  the  sachems 
of  the  several  tribes  convened  in  general  assembly  at  the  great 
council-house  in  the  valley  of  Onondaga.  Here  ambassadors 
were  received,  alliances  were  adjusted,  and  all  subjects  of  gen- 
eral interest  discussed  with  exemplary  harmony.  The  order  of 
debate  was  prescribed  by  time-honored  customs ;  and,  in  the 
fiercest  heat  of  controversy,  the  assembly  maintained  its  iron 
self-control.        .  ' 

*'But  the  main  stay  of  Iroquois  polity  was  the  system  of 
totemship.  It  was  this  which  gave  the  structure  its  elastic 
strength;  and  but  for  this,  a  mere  confederacy  of  jealous  and 
warlike  tribes  must  soon  have  been  rent  asunder  by  shocks 
from  without  or  discord  from  within.  At  some  early  period,  the 
Iroquois  must  have  formed  an  individual  nation,  for  the  whole 
people,  irrespective  of  their  separation  into  tribes,  consisted  of 
eight  totemic  clans ;  and  the  members  of  each  clan,  to  Avhat 
nation  soever  they  belonged,  were  mutually  bound  to  one 
another  by  those  close  ties  of  fraternity  which  mark  this  sin- 
gular institution. 

"Thus  the  five  nations  of  the  confederacy  were  laced 
.together  by  an  eight-fold  band ;  and  to  this  hour  their  slender 
remnants  cling  to  one  another  with  invincible  tenacity.  The 
Iroquois  had  no  laws,  but  they  had  ancient  customs,  which  took 
the  place  of  laws.  Each  man,  or  rather  each  clan,  was  the 
avenger  of  its  own  wrongs;  l)ut  the  manner  of  the  retaliation 
was  fixed  by  established  usage.  The  tribal  sachems,  and  even 
the  great  council  at  Onondaga,  had  no  power  to  compel  the  exe- 
cution of  their  decrees;  yet  they  were  looked  up  to  with  a 
respect  which  the  soldier's  bayonet  or  the  sheriff's  staff  would 
never  have  commanded;  and  it  is  highly  to  the  honor  of  the 
Indian  character  that  they  could  exact  so  great  an  author' ^y  where 
there  was  nothing  to  enforce  it  but  the  weight  of  mo  ml  power. 

"  The  superiority  of  the  intellect  of  the  Ircquois  was  as 


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marked  as  that  of  their  political  organization.  The  energy  of 
their  fancy  displayed  itself  in  that  peculiar  eloquence  which 
their  wild  democracy  tended  to  call  forth,  and  to  which  the 
mountain  and  the  forest,  the  torrent  and  the  storm,  lent  their 
stores  of  noble  imagery.  That  to  this  imaginatiA^e  vigor  was 
joined  mental  power  of  a  different  stamp,  is  witnessed  by  the 
caustic  irony  of  Garangula  and  Sagoyewatha,  and  no  less  by  the 
subtle  policy,  sagacious  as  it  was  treacherous,  which  marked  the 
dealings  of  the  Iroquois  with  surrounding  tribes. 

"  Their  dwellings  and  w^orks  of  defense  were  far  from  con- 
temptible, either  in  their  dimensions  or  in  their  structure ;  and 
though  by  the  several  attacks  of  the  French,  and  especially  by 
the  invasion  of  De  Nonville,  in  1687,  and  of  Frontenac,  nine 
years  later,  their  fortified  towns  were  leveled  to  the  earth,  never 
again  to  reappear ;  yet  in  the  Avorks  of  Champlain  and  other 
early  writers,  we  find  abundant  evidence  of  their  pristine  condi- 
tion. Along  the  banks  of  the  Mohawk,  among  the  hills  and 
hollows  of  Onondaga,  in  the  forests  of  Oneida  and  Cayuga,  on 
the  romantic  shores  of  Seneca  Lake,  and  the  rich  borders  of 
the  Genesee,  surrounded  by  waving  maize  fields,  and  encircled 
from  afjir  by  the  green  margin  of  the  forest,  stood  the  ancient 
strongholds  of  the  confederacy.  The  clustering  dwellings  were 
encompassed  by  palisades,  in  single,  double,  or  triple  rows, 
pierced  with  loop-holes,  furnished  with  platforms  within,  for  the 
convenience  of  the  defenders,  with  magazines  of  stones,  to  hurl 
upon  the  heads  of  the  enemy,  and  with  water  conductors  to 
extinguish  any  fire  which  might  be  kindled  from  without. 

"The  area  which  these  defenses  inclosed  was  often  several 
acres  in  extent,  and  the  dwellings,  ranged  in  order  within,  were 
sometimes  more  than  a  hundred  feet  in  length.  Posts,  firmly 
driven  into  the  ground,  with  an  intervening  frame-work  of  poles, 
formed  the  basis  of  the  structure;  and  its  sides  and  arched  roof 
were  closely  covered  with  layers  of  elm  bark.  Each  of  the 
larger  dwellings  contained  several  distinct  families,  whose  sep- 
arate fire3  were  built  .along  the  central  space,  while  compart- 


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ineiits  on  each  side,  like  the  stalls  of  a  stable,  afforded  some 
degree  of  privacy.  Here  rude  couches  were  prepared,  and  bear 
and  deer  skins  spread  ;  while  above,  the  ripened  ears  of  maize, 
suspended  in  rows,  formed  a  golden  tapestry. 

•*  In  the  long  evenings  of  midwinter,  when  in  the  wilderness 
without  the  trees  cracked  with  biting  c-uld.  and  the  forest  paths 
were  clogged  with  snow,  then,  around  the  lodge-fires  of  the  Iro- 
quois, warriors,  squaws,  and  restless,  naked  children  were  clus- 
tered in  social  groups,  each  dark  face  brightening  in  the  fickle 
firelight,  while,  with  jest  and  laugh,  the  pipe  passed  round  from 
hand  to  hand.  Perhaps  some  shriveled  old  warrior,  the  story- 
teller of  the  tribe,  recounted  to  attentive  ears  the  deeds  of 
ancient  heroism,  legends  of  spirits  and  monsters,  or  tales  of 
witches  and  vampires — superstitions  not  less  rife  among  this 
all-believing  race  than  among  the  nations  of  the  transatlantic 
world. 

The  life  of  the  Iroquois,  though  void  of  those  multiplying 
phases  which  vary  the  routine  of  civilized  existence,  was  one 
of  sharp  excitement  and  sudden  contrast.  The  chase,  the  war- 
path, the  dance,  the  festival,  the  game  of  hazard,  the  race  of 
political  ambition,  all  had  their  votaries.  When  the  assembled' 
sachems  had  resolved  on  war  against  some  foreign  tribe,  and 
when,  from  their  great  council-house  of  bark,  in  the  Valley  of 
Onondaga,  their  messengers  had  gone  forth  to  invite  the  warriors 
to  arms,  then  from  east  to  west,  through  the  farthest  bounds  of 
the  confederacy,  a  thousand  warlike  hearts  caught  up  the  sum- 
mons with  glad  alacrity.  With  fasting  and  praying,  and  con- 
sulting dreams  and  omens ;  with  invoking  the  war-god,  and 
dancing  the  frantic  war-dance,  the  warriors  sought  to  insure  the 
triumph  of  their  arms:  and,  these  strange  rites  concluded,  they 
began  their  stealthy  progress,  full  of  confidence,  through  the 
devious  pathways  of  the  forest. 

"For  days  and  weeks,  in  anxious  expectation,  the  A'illagers 
await  the  result.  And  now,  as  evening  closes,  a  shrill,  wild 
cry,  pealing  from  afar,  over  the  darkening  forest,  proclaims  the 


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return  of  the  victorious  warriors.  The  village  is  alive  with 
sudden  commotion;  and  snatching  sticks  and  stones,  knives  and 
hatchets,  men,  women,  and  children,  yelling  like  fiends  let  loose, 
swarm  out  of  the  narrow  portal,  to  visit  upon  the  miserable 
captives  a  foretaste  of  the  deadlier  torments  in  store  for  them. 
And  now,  the  black  arches  of  the  forest  glow  with  the  fires  of 
death ;  and  with  brandished  torch  and  firebrand  the  frenzied 
multitude  close  around  their  victim.  The  pen  shrinks  to  write, 
the  heart  sickens  to  conceive,  the  fierceness  of  his  agony ;  yet 
still,  amid  the  din  of  his  tormentors,  rises  his  clear  voice  of 
scorn  and  defiance.  The  w^ork  is  done ;  the  blackened  trunk  is 
flung  to  the  dogs,  and,  with  clamorous  shouts  and  hootings,  the 
murderers  seek  to  drive  away  the  spirit  of  their  victim. 

"  The  Iroquois  reckoned  these  barbarities  among  their  most 
exquisite  enjoyments ;  and  yet  they  had  other  sources  of  pleas- 
ure, which  made  up  in  frequency  and  in  innocence  all  that  they 
lacked  in  intensity.  Each  passing  season  had  its  feasts  and 
dances,  often  mingling  religion  wdth  social  pastime.  The  young 
had  their  frolics  and  merry-makings;  and  the  old  had  their  no 
less  frequent  councils,  where  conversation  and  laughter  alter- 
nated with  grave  deliberations  for  the  public  weal.  There  were 
also  stated  periods,  marked  by  the  recurrence  of  momentous 
ceremonies,  in  which  the  whole  community  took  part — the  mys- 
tic sacrifice  of  the  dogs,  the  wild  orgies  of  the  dream-feast,  and 
the  loathsome  festival  of  the  exhumation  of  the  dead.  Yet,  in 
the  intervals  of  war  and  hunting,  these  multiform  occupations 
would  often  fail;  and,  while  the  women  were  toiling  in  the 
cornfields,  the  lazy  warriors  vainly  sought  relief  from  the  scanty 
resources  of  their  own  minds,  and  beguiled  the  hours  with  smok- 
ing or  sleeping,  with  gambling  or  gallantry. 

"If  Ave  seek  for  a  single  trait  pre-eminently  characteristic 
of  the  Iroquois,  Ave  shall  find  it  in  that  boundless  pride  Avhich 
impelled  them  to  style  themselves,  not  inaptly  as  regards  their 
own  race,  Hhe  men  surpassing  all  others.'  ^Must  I,'  exclaimed 
one  of  their  great  warriors,  as  he  fell  wounded  among  a  crowd 


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of  Algonqiiins, — -1111181  I,  who  have  made  the  whole  earth  trem- 
ble, now  die  by  the  hands  of  children  ?'  Their  power  kept  pace 
with  their  pride.  Their  war-parties  roamed  over  half  America, 
and  their  name  was  a  terror  from  the  Atlantic  to  the  Missis- 
sippi ;  but,  when  we  ask  the  numerical  strength  of  the  dreaded 
confederacy,  when  we  discover  that,  in  the  days  of  their  great- 
est triumphs,  their  united  cantons  could  not  have  mustered  four 
thousand  warriors,  we  stand  amazed  at  the  folly  and  dissension 
which  left  so  vast  a  region  the  prey  of  a  handful  of  bold 
marauders.  Of  the  cities  and  villages  now  so  thickly  scattered 
over  the  lost  domain  of  the  Iroquois,  a  single  one  might  boast 
a  more  numerous  population  than  all  the  five  united  tribes." 

Before  leaving  the  history  of  the  Iroquois,  it  is  possible  to 
give  the  account  of  their  terrible  destruction  of  the  Eries,  which 
is  said  to  have  been  handed  down  by  their  traditions.  This 
mighty  tribe,  Avliich,  prior  to  their  subjugation,  far  exceeded  in 
strength  any  other  single  tribe  of  Indians,  lived  at  the  lower 
end  of  the  lake  which  bears  their  name.  Their  chief  town, 
Tushuway,  occupied  the  site  of  the  modern  city  of  Buffalo. 
Jealous  of  the  great  confederacy  to  the  eastward  of  them,  the 
proud  Eries  sent  a  challenge  to  the  Senecas,  their  nearest  neigh- 
bors, for  a  game  of  ball  between  one  hundred  young  men  from 
each  tribe.  The  great  council  of  the  Five  Nations  deliberated 
upon  the  challenge,  and  decided  to  decline  it. 

The  next  vear  the  Lords  of  the  Lake  "  renewed  the  chal- 
lenge.  It  was  again  declined.  A  repetition  of  it  the  third  year 
so  inflamed  the  younger  warriors  of  the  Five  Nations,  that  the 
challenge  was  reluctantly  accepted.  One  hundred  braves,  the 
very  flower  of  the  confederacy,  armed  with  nothing  but  the 
small  bat,  used  in  ball-playing,  and  commanded  by  a  chief  of 
approved  experience,  marched  away  through  the  forest  to  the' 
city  of  the  Eries.  A  vast  pile  of  furs,  bracelets,  beads,  silver, 
and  copper  was  to  be  the  stake. 

The  eventful  day  arrived.  The  great  Eries  far  excelled  the 
more  timid  vouiio'  men  from  the  Five  Nations  in  their  self-con- 


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fidence.  But  the  superiority  went  no  farther.  After  a  despe- 
rate contest  the  Iroquois  bore  off  the  prizes.  The  chief  of  the 
chagrined  Eries  at  once  challenged  the  visitors  to  a  foot-race, 
with  ten  runners  on  a  side.  The  Iroquois  accommodated  him, 
and  were  again  victorious.  As  a  last  trial  of  skill,  the  Erie 
chieftain  proposed  to  select  ten  wrestlers  to  be  matched  against 
an  equal  number  from  the  ranks  of  the  visitors,  the  victorious 
antagonist,  in  each  case,  to  dispatch  his  adversary  on  the  spot, 
by  braining  him  with  a  tomahawk  and  scalping  him.  This 
bloddy  proposal  was  assented  to  by  the  Iroquois  with  altered 
countenances. 

The  first  pair  of  wrestlers  struggled  furiously.  The  Iro- 
quois finally  threw  his  opponent  on  the  ground,  but  refused  to 
kill  him.  In  a  moment  the  angry  chief  of  the  Eries  flung  his 
own  tomahawk  revolving  through  the  air  and  with  unerring  aim 
scattered  the  brains  of  his  defeated  kinsman  on  the  soil  of  the 
arena.  Another  pair  of  champions  from  the  rival  sides  then 
grappled  for  the  conflict.  Again  victory  was  achieved  by  the 
strangers.  Again  the  victor  refused  to  strike  his  fallen  foe. 
Again  the  Erie  chieftain,  black  and  choking  with  a  tempest  of 
rage,  killed  the  vanquished  brave  with  his  own  hand.  A  third 
time  the  singular  scene  took  place.  This  was  the  last.  At  a 
signal  from  their  leader,  the  well-disciplined  Iroquois  suddenly 
withdrew  from  the  field,  and,  taking  their  canoes,  returned 
home  to  relate  their  victories  and  the  strange  customs  of  their 
hosts. 

The  Eries  at  once  resolved  on  war.  The  confederacy,  on 
the  other  hand,  prepared  for  defense.  Three  thousand  war- 
riors and  a  thousand  reserves  rode  with  nodding  plumes  into 
the  forest  to  meet  their  foes.  The  two  armies  met  half-way 
between  Canandaigua  Lake  and  the  Genesee  River.  The  battle 
raged  with  indescribable  fury.  The  Eries  saw  too  late  that 
their  enemies,  too  weak  to  cope  with  them  single-handed,  had 
combined  against  them,  and  that  it  was  no  longer  a  fight  for 
glory,  but  a  struggle  for  existence.    Hour  after  hour,  far  into 


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nightfall,  the  awful  carnage  proceeded.  With  unyielding  cour- 
age and  invincible  obstinacy  the  doomed  Eries,  like  the  Spartans 
of  old,  refused  to  fly,  but  fought  to  the  bitter  end,  preferring 
death  on  the  battle-field  to  survival  of  defeat.  The  battle 
was  lost. 

The  victors,  like  avenging  demons,  pushed  on  to  the  Erie 
strongholds.  Using  their  canoes  for  scaling  ladders,  the  mad- 
dened Iroquois,  insane  with  the  delirium  of  victory,  leaped 
down  like  tigers,  and  butchered  the  defenders  without  mercy. 
For  the  Eries  it  was  not  merely  defeat.  It  was ,  destruction. 
The  proud  people  were  literally  destroyed  from  the  face  of  the 
earth.  To-day  nothing  remains  to  tell  us  that  they  ever  existed, 
except  the  name  of  Erie,  which  the  generations  of  men  still 
give  to  the  blue  inland  sea  along  whose  shores  they  flourished 
and  then  fell  forever. 

Such  also  was  the  fate  of  the  noble  Hurons,  the  Neutral 
Nation,  and  the  Wyandots. 

Thus,  within  less  than  a  quarter  of  a  century,  four  nations, 
the  most  brave  and  powerful  of  the  North  American  savages, 
sank  before  the  arms  of  the  confederates.  Nor  did  their  tri- 
umphs end  here.  Within  the  same  short  space  they  subdued 
their  southern  neighbors,  the  Lenape  or  Delawares,  the  leading 
members  of  the  Algonquin  family,  and  expelled  the  Ottawas,  a 
numerous  people  of  the  same  lineage,  from  the  borders  of  the 
river  which  bears  their  name.  In  the  north,  the  west,  and  the 
south,  their  conquests  embraced  every  adjacent  tribe ;  and  mean- 
while, their  war-parties  were  harassing  the  French  of  Canada 
with  reiterated  inroads,  and  yelling  the  war-whoop  under  the 
very  walls  of  Quebec. 

They  were  the  worst  of  conquerors.  Inordinate  pride,  the 
lust  of  blood  and  dominion,  were  the  mainsprings  of  their  war- 
fare, and  their  victories  were  stained  with  every  excess  of  savage 
passion.  That  their  triumphs  must  have  cost  them  dear;  that, 
in  spite  of  their  cautious  tactics,  these  multiplied  conflicts  must 
have  greatly  abridged  their  strength,  w^ould  appear  inevitable. 


224 


INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES, 


Their  losses  were,  in  fact,  considerable;  but  every  breach  was 
repaired  by  means  of  a  practice  which  they,  in  common  with 
•  other  tribes,  constantly  adhered  to. 

When  their  vengeance  was  glutted  by  the  sacrifice  of  a  suffi- 
cient number  of  captives,  they  spared  the  lives  of  the  remainder 
and  adopted  them  as  members  of  their  confederated  tribes,  sep- 
arating wives  from  husbands  and  children  from  parents,  and 
distributing  them  among  different  villages,  in  order  that  old  ties 
and  associations  might  be  more  completely  broken  up.  This 
policy,  as  Schoolcraft  informs  us,  was  designated  among  'them 
by  a  name  which  signifies  "  flesh  cut  into  pieces  and  scattered 
among  the  tribes." 

With  two  explanations,  we  resume  the  thread  of  the  story, 
interrupted  to  relate  the  history  and  character  of  the  Iroquois. 
A  southern  tribe,  the  Tuscaroras,  having  been  e:^pelled  from 
their  former  home,  came  north,  upon  the  invitation  of  their  old 
allies,  the  Five  Nations,  and  were  received  into  the  confederacy, 
which,  from  that  time,  became  the  "  Six  Nations."  Although 
the  Iroquois  had  been  such  as  we  have  related,  it  is  to  be 
remembered  that  they  had  been  greatly  weakened  by  successive 
wars,  and  at  the  time  of  Sir  William  Johnson,  though  still  pow- 
erful, the  "  Six  Nations  "  were  very  far  from  being  what  they 
had  once  been. 

From  early  times  the  Iroquois  Avere  allies  of  the  English  and 
Dutch  colonists  of  the  coast.  Through  them  the  confederacy 
procured  fire-arms  and  ammunition  far  earlier  than  other  nations, 
and  by  this  means  their  power  w\as  infinitely  increased.  In 
return  they  constituted  themselves  a  sort  of  police  for  the  colo- 
nies against  other  tribes  of  Indians.  They  had  early  come  in 
conflict  with  the  French,  as  we  have  seen  in  the  story  of  La 
Salle,  and  their  prejudices  were  for  the  English.  But  the  latter, 
by  long  years  of  neglect  and  aggression,  lost  their  advantage.  • 

When  the  French  and  Indian  war  broke  out,  the  Six  Nations 
were  strongly  disposed  to  join  their  red  brethren  in  a  war  which 
was  to  drive  the  white  man  out  of  the  country  which  he  had 


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JOSEPH  BRANT  AND  THE  MOHAWKS.  ^25 

wrongfully  iiwaded.  That  they  did  not  do  so  was  solely  owing 
to  the  ascendancy  and  influence,  the  earnest  eloquence,  the  tire- 
less efforts,  the  superb  diplomacy  of  Sir  William  Johnson.  For 
his  sake  they  buried  the  hatchet.  Such  an  important  figure  did 
the  British  Government  find  him,  that  he  was  appointed  Indian 
commissioner  for  the  North,  a  position  which  he  held  for  twenty 
years,  rendering  heroic  and  invaluable  service  to  England.  He 
was  further  made  baronet,  and  received  vast  grants  of  land,  as 
a  reward  for  his  work  during  the  war.  AVhen  Pontiac,  '*'the 
archangel  fallen,"  planned  his  gigantic  conspiracy,  the  baronet 
again  needed  all  his  influence  and  resources  to  hold  the  confed- 
eracy to  its  alliance  with  England.  Indeed,  the  Senecas,  far- 
thest removed  from  his  influence,  did  get  away  from  him  and 
join  the  conspiracy. 

From  1763  Sir  William  lived  in  ease,  his  immense  posses- 
sions multipl}  ing  year  by  year.  But  a  struggle  was  coming,  in 
which  it  would  have  been  as  difficult  for  him  to  choose  his  own 
side  as  for  his  Indian  allies  themselves.  The  volcanic  fires  of 
the  American  Revolutiox  were,  at  the  time  of  which  we  write, 
shooting  their  forks  of  flame  upward  through  the  fissures  in  the 
political  and  social  crust.  Which  side  should  he  take?  Should 
he,  on  the  one  hand,  turn  traitor  to  the  government  which  he 
had  served  so  long,  and  from  which  he  had  received  such  abun- 
dant favors?  Or  should  he,  on  the  other  hand,  let  loose  the 
thunderbolts  of  savage  warfare  which  he  held  within  his  grasp, 
upon  the  struggling  colonists,  his  neighbors,  friends,  and  coun- 
trymen, who  were  so  clearly  in  the  right?  He  never  gave  his 
final  decision. 

Deeply  disturbed  at  the  approaching  crisis,  and  perhaps 
lacking  the  nerve  which  had  belonged  to  the  earlier  years  of 
his  strange  life,  the  great  baronet  gave  way  to  his  anxieties,  and 
died  suddenly  in  the  summer  of  1774.  The  belief  was  wide- 
spread at  the  time  that  his  sudden  death  was  the  work  of  his 
own  hand. 

The  zeal  of  Sir  William  Johnson  for  the  improvement  of  his 


226  INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 

Mohawk  neighbors  had  planted  churches  and  sent  missionaries 
among  them.  More  than  this,  he  selected  promising  youths 
from  the  Mohawk  nation,  and  sent  them  to  be  educated  at  a 
school  in  Lebanon,  Connecticut. 

Women  are  often  designing,  and  use  their  influence  over  men 
for  their  own  purposes.  It  is  natural  to  find  that  Mistress 
Mollie  Brant  made  use  of  her  influence  with  the  baronet  to 
further  the  interests  of  her  brother  Joseph.  He  was  born  about 
1742,  and  became  a  lad  of  unusual  precocity.  Of  course  he 
became  the  recipient  of  Sir  William's  bounty.  He  was  sent  to 
the  school  at  Lebanon.  He  was  employed  by  the  baronet  in  the 
discharge  of  his  multitudinous  duties  as  Indian  commissioner. 
He  acted  as  interpreter,  he  labored  to  carry  out  his  master's 
notions  concerning  his  people,  and  he  w^as  often  sent  on  long 
journeys  to  the  wild  Indians  of  the  west.  In  this  work  he  early 
exhibited  rare  diplomatic  ability. 

Nor  was  this  all.  His  precociousness  and  talent  were  turned 
to  the  assistance  of  the  missionaries.  The  smart  heathen  helped 
to  prepare  translations  of  portions  of  the  Bible,  and  of  the 
prayer  book  and  ritual,  into  the  Mohawk  tongue.  With  a 
readiness  which  is  suspicious,  he  joined  the  Episcopal  Church. 
So  zealous  was  Joseph  in  the  observance  of  the  forms  of  wor- 
ship, and  in  partaking  of  the  sacraments  of  the  Church,  that 
enthusiastic  friends  pointed  him  out  as  a  model  Christian. 

As  he  took  the  rank  which  his  lineage  and  his  native  abilities 
alike  insured  him,  these  good  missionaries  predicted  that  he 
would  absolutely  lift  his  people  out  of  their  savage  state  and 
transform  them  into  solid  citizens.  No  doubt  they  expected  the 
wild  Mohawk  warriors  to  lay  aside  their  filthy  blankets,  and  don 
knee-breeches,  silk  stockings,  knee-buckles,  and  powdered  wigs, 
all  on  account  of  Joseph.  He  lived  much  of  the  time  with  Sir 
William,  and  was  devotedly  attached  to  him.  His  Indian  name 
was  Thayendanegea,  of  which  "Brant"  was  a  translation. 

At  the  time  of  the  baronet's  death,  Brant  was  a  powerful 
Mohawk  sachem.    The  title  and  much  of  the  property  of  Sir 


JOSEPH  BRANT  AND  THE  MOHAWKS. 


227 


William  went  to  Sir  John  Johnson,  the  only  son  of  the  dead 
baronet.  Guy  Johnson,  the  son-in-law,  became  Indian  commis- 
sioner. To  him  Joseph  Brant  became  private  secretary.  By 
means  of  their  great  wealth  and  family  prestige,  Sir  John  and 
Guy  Johnson  naturally  inherited  much  of  the  influence  of  Sir 
William  over  the  Six  Nations.  This  influence  was  greatly 
strengthened  by  the  attachment  of  Brant. 

Meanwhile,  the  colonies  were  hurrying  forward  to  a  crisis. 
The  spirit  of  patriotism  entered  into  and  possessed  the  people. 
Resistance  to  tyranny,  free-trade,  and  self-government  became 
the  catch-words  of  the  hour.  The  struggling  colonies,  hitherto 
a  mere  outlying  and  uninfluential  province  of  a  great  empire, 
suddenly  felt  themselves  assuming  a  vast  and  startling  import- 
ance before  the  eyes  of  mankind. 

Political  discussion  became  loud  and  heated.  The  people 
found  themselves  ranged  into  two  hostile  parties.  The  great 
majority  were  patriots.  They  believed  in  the  colonies  having 
justice,  though  the  heavens  fell.  These  were  the  Whigs. 
There  was  also  another  party,  a  minority,  who  retained  their  old 
attachment  to  England.  They  justified  the  home  government. 
They  abused  the  Whigs.  They  were  opposed  to  revolution  and 
even  to  agitation.  They  were  the  Conservatives,  or  Tories. 
The  lines  between  these  two  parties  w^ere  very  clearly  marked 
out.  The  warfare  was  bitter.  The  same  party  lines  exist  in 
every  epoch  of  progress.  They  are  the  Radicals  and  Conserva- 
tives. The  one  demands  a  change,  a  reform,  a  revolution.  The 
latter  cries  out,  "  Let  be  ;  let  well  enough  alone ;  peace !  peace  !" 
when  there  is  no  peace. 

These  party  dissensions  extended  to  the  Mohawk  valley. 
As  elsewhere,  there  were  Whigs  and  Tories.  The  majority  of 
the  people  were  enthusiastic  Whigs.  They  wished  to  better 
their  condition.    They  were  therefore  Radicals. 

The  Johnsons,  however,  were  Tories.  Property  and  aristoc- 
racy are  conservative.  The  wealthy  few  who  are  on  top  are 
comfortable.    They  are  averse  to  change.    They  desire  only 


228 


INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


that  things  remain  as  they  are.  If  you  touch  them  they 
scream.  This  is  natural,  but  it  is  selfish.  On  the  other  hand, 
the  many  who  are  underneath,  want  to  take  the  risk  and  make 
a  change.  They  have  nothing  to  lose  and  every  thing  to  gain. 
This  also  is  natural,  but  selfish. 

Sir  John  Johnson  held  a  title  of  nobility  under  the  British 
crown.  Guy  Johnson  held  the  lucrative  office  of  Indian  com- 
missioner under  the  same  government.  They  had  vast  posses- 
sions. They  lived  in  baronial  splendor  in  magnificent  stone 
castles,  from  whose  turrets  the  eye  swept  over  an  estate, 
stretching  many  miles  along  the  lovely  valley,  and  supporting 
a  vast  tenant  population.  These  gentlemen,  therefore,  were 
strongly  conservative.  What  cared  they  for  a  tax  of  a  few 
cents  on  tea  ?  Their  dinner  table  would  not  be  thereby  deprived 
of  the  steaming  tea-pot.  What  was  it  to  them  if  troops  were 
quartered  in  Boston?  It  cost  them  nothing.  So  they  wanted 
things  to  continue  as  they  were. 

As  the  times'  became  more  violent  and  explosive,  the  colo- 
nists instinctively  felt,  rather  than  foresaw,  that  war  was  inevit- 
able. In  case  this  should  come  to  pass,  the  leading  men  also 
rightly  foresaw  that  the  western  tribes  of  Indians,  always  ready 
to  strike  a  blow  at  the  white  invaders,  would  seize  the  oppor- 
tunity to  assail  the  colonies  on  the  west,  while  England  would 
levy  war  on  the  Canada  frontier  and  along  the  coast.  While 
the  attitude  of  the  western  Indian  was  thus  certainly  hostile  and 
dangerous,  that  of  the  Six  Nations  was  more  a  matter  of  doubt. 
From  the  earliest  times,  the  Iroquois,  with  the  single  exception 
of  the  Senecas,  during  the  war  of  Pontiac,  had  been  allies  of 
the  colonies  and  therefore  of  England.  To  which  would  the 
Indian  allies  incline  if  the  colonies  engaged  in  war  with 
I  England? 

Both  parties  to  the  contest  saw  that  the  alliance  of  the  Six 
Nations  was  a  strategic  point.  The  powerful  influence  of  the 
Johnsons  and  of  Brant  might  be  confidently  counted  on  by 
England.    The  colonies  relied  mainly  on  the  old  friendship,  and 


JOSEril  BRAM  ASD  THE  MOIIA  U'KS, 


229 


the  influence  of  the  patriotic  missionaries.  They  hoped  simply 
that  the  Iroquois  would  remain  neutral.  The  Oneidas  early 
took  this  position.  In  May,  1775,  their  chiefs  wrote  to  the 
governor  of  New  York,  "You  are  two  brothers  of  one  blood. 
We  are  unwilling  to  join  on  either  side  in  such  a  contest,  for 
we  bear  an  equal  affection  to  both  Old  and  New  England. 
Should  the  great  king  of  England  apply  to  us  for  aid,  we  shall 
deny  him ;  if  the  colonies  apply  we  shall  refuse.  The  present 
situation  of  you  two  brothers  is  new  and  strange  to  us.  We 
Indians  can  not  find,  nor  recollect,  in  the  traditions  of  our 
ancestors,  the  like  case  or  a  similar  instance." 

Both  British  and  Americans  were  busily  engaged  in  fever- 
ish preparations  for  war.  Sir  John  Johnson  constructed  heavy 
fortifications  around  his  castle.  Guy  Johnson,  alarmed  at  the 
popular  threatenings,  raised  a  b^nd  of  several  hundred  Mohawk 
warriors,  headed  by  Brant,  and  re-enforced  by  the  leading  chiefs 
of  the  Senecas,  Cayugas,  and  Onondagas.  With  this  force  he 
fled  to  OswesTo  and  then  to  Oariada,  'eaving  Ms  spxendia  'jaan- 
;iion  desolate  aiia  moccupied. 

The  colonies,  on  the  other  hand;  issued  a  call  for  a  gran:. 
council  at  Albany,  in  August.  The  meeting  was  attended  very 
thinly,  except  by  the  Oneidas,  and  the  Lower  clan  of  the 
Mohawks.  However,  the  representatives  of  the  colonial  con= 
gross  made  speeches,  urging  the  Six  Nations  to  remain  neutral 
A  treaty  to  that  affect  was  made,  but  it  amounted  to  little. 

On  their  return  home,  a  plague  broke  out  among  the 
Mohawks.  Like  all  ignorant  people,  they  regarded  it  as  a  vis- 
itation from  the  Great  Spirit.  They  believed  that  he  was 
angry  for  their  desertion  of  the  cause  of  the  king.  Supersti- 
tion is  both  blind  and  deaf.  It  has  neither  eyes  to  look  at 
facts,  nor  ears  to  listen  to  argument.  It  transforms  a  man  into 
a  mummy.  The  Mohawks  were  superstitious.  Many  of  them 
at  once  joined  Brant's  forces.  A  few,  however,  of  the  Lower 
clan  still  remained  neutral.  Probablj  they  were  net  miicl: 
troubled  with  the  plague^ 


230   •  INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 

As  a  price  of  their  neutrality  they  demanded  one  thing, 
that  Sir  John  Johnson  be  left  at  his  house  in  peace.  This  gen- 
tleman on  his  part  bound  himself  by  agreement  to  remain  neu- 
tral. This  promise  was  a  sham.  He  remained  in  his  fortified 
castle  with  a  strong  force  of  Indians  and  tenantry.  He 
intrigued  incessantly  to  excite  the  remaining  Iroquois  to  a 
revolt.  He  carried  on  constant  correspondence  with  leading 
Tories.    In  other  words,  he  was  a  spy. 

The  colonies  resolved  to  arrest  him.  Troops  were  dispatched 
up  the  Mohawk  Valley  for  that  purpose.  A  messenger  was 
sent  in  advance  to  quiet  the  nerves  of  the  excitable  Iroquois. 
In  this  way  Sir  John  heard  of  the  plan  for  the  seizure  of  his 
person.  He  hurriedly  buried  his  treasure  in  the  garden,  and, 
regretfully  leaving  his  splendid  home,  plunged  into  the  wilder- 
ness with  a  band  of  retainers,  to  make  his  way  to  Canada. 
After  nineteen  days  of  hardship  and  suffering  the  proud  baronet, 
ragged,  footsore,  and  starved,  with  such  remnant  of  his  fam- 
ished followers  as  had  not  fallen  by  the  weary  wayside,  arrived 
at  Montreal.    Such  are  the  vicissitudes  of  war ! 

Meanwhile,  Joseph  Brant  had  been  advanced  to  the  position 
of  principal  war-chief  of  the  Six  Nations.  Around  his  standard 
rallied  the  dark  warriors  of  the  great  confederacy,  in  whose 
veins  ran  the  blood  of  the  most  terrible  fighters  among  the 
American  Indians.  Thayendanegea  was  a  fit  leader  for  them.  • 
He  was  tall,  erect,  and  majestic,  with  the  manners  and  bearing 
of  a  king  of  men.  He  was  distinguished  alike  for  his  courage 
and  his  intelligence,  for  his  prowess  as  a  warrior  and  his  skill 
as  a  diplomate.  His  name  was  a  tower  of  strength  among  the 
nations  of  the  confederacy.  While  in  native  genius  and  origi- 
nality of  intellect  he  was  inferior  to  Powhatan,  Philip,  and  Pon- 
tiac,  he  knew  more  of  the  world  than  either  of  his  great  prede- 
cessors. If  he  was  not  inspired  by  the  burning  loyalty  to  his 
race,  by  the  lofty  ambitions  and  purposes  of  the  two  latter,  he 
at  least  had  a  much  wider  education  and  range  of  ideas.  If  he 
was  less  of  an  Indian,  he  was  more  of  a  white  man. 


JOSEPH  BRANT  AND  THE  MOHAWKS.  231 

Although  Thayeiidaiiegea  had  pledged  himself  to  the  cause 
of  the  king,  he  still  hesitated  to  take  up  the  hatchet.  The 
Americans  opened  the  campaign  in  Canada  with  a  brilliant  vic- 
tory. Our  Indian  friend  had  an  eye  to  the  main  chance.  He 
sailed  for  England  in  the  winter  of  1775-6  to  interview  the 
king,  and,  no  doubt,  with  a  view  to  forming  an  estimate  of  the 
war  strength  of  the  English.  The  wily  war-chief  wanted  to  be 
on  the  winning  side. 

On  his  arrival  in  London  he  Avas  conducted  to  a  rather 
obscure  inn,  called  "  The  Swan  with  the  Two  Necks."  State- 
lier lodgings  were  soon  provided  for  the  great  "  Indian  king," 
as  the  Englishmen  called  him.  But  Brant  politely  declined, 
declaring  that  the  kind  treatment  of  his  host  at  "  The 
Swan"  had  won  his  heart,  so  that  he  could  not  think  of  leav- 
ing him. 

In  this  Joseph  showed  his  innocence.  He  mistook  the 
broad  smile  and  hearty  handshake,  which  forms  such  an  impor- 
tant part  of  the  landlord's  stock  in  trade,  for  the  genuine  article. 
If  he  was  taken  in  by  the  patronizing  airs  of  the  shreAvd  tavern- 
keeper.  Brant  showed  no  other  sings  of  verdancy.  He  dressed 
in  European  clothing.  His  courtly  manners  and  clear-cut  En- 
glish caused  the  throng  of  titled  men  and  jeweled  Avomen  who 
sought  his  company  and  pressed  upon  him  the  honors  of  the 
capital  to  lose  sight  of  the  fact  that  this  lordly  gentleman  of  for- 
eign accent  and  distinguished  air  was,  in  fact,  a  red-fisted  savage, 
accustomed  to  lead  his  yelling  band  of  braves  to  midnight  mas- 
sacres, a  man  whose  flashing  tomahawk  eagerly  brained  the 
fallen  foe,  and  whose  nervous  fingers  had  often  clutched  the 
bloody  scalps  of  his  victims. 

When  he  appeared  at  court  on  visits  of  business  or  ceremony, 
he  laid  aside  his  European  habit,  and  wore  a  gorgeous  costume 
of  the  fashion  of  his  own  people.  Bands  of  silver  encircled 
his  sinewy  arms.  Tall  plumes  adorned  his  head-dress,  and 
highly  colored  fabrics,  hung  with  copper  pendants,  formed  his 
clothing.    A  glittering  tomahawk  and  a  scalping-knife  dangled 


232 


iyi)IAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES, 


carelessly  from  his  belt.  On  such  occasions  he  attracted  the 
greatest  attention. 

Of  course,  the  magnificent  entertainments  and  presents  which 
were  pressed  upon  the  war-chief  of  the  Six  Nations,  together 
with  the  material  splendor  of  England,  the  dazzling  pageantry 
of  the  court,  and  the  soldiery,  with  their  equipment  of  cannon, 
small  arms,  ammunition,  uniforms,  and  all  the  accoutrements  of 
war,  made  a  profound  impression  on  his  mind.  When  he  sailed 
for  America  in  April,  he  had  pledged  himself  and  his  people  to 
the  cause  of  England  in  her  conflict  Avith  the  colonies. 

He  and  his  six  hundred  warriors  in  Canada  at  once 
joined  the  British  army,  and  commenced  vigorous  hostilities. 
The  great  majority  of  the  Iroquois  still  remained  in  their 
ancient  seats  in  the  Mohawk  valley,  and  seemed  peaceably 
inclined  to  the  colonists.  The  people  of  the  frontier  built 
block-houses  and  organized  parties  of  rangers  for  self-defense. 
They  kept  scouts  constantly  on  the  watch  for  an  Indian  out- 
break. The  isolated  settlers  moved  into  towais.  At  Cherry 
Valley,  the  most  exposed  point,  the  inhabitants,  daily  excited  by 
the  news  of  the  battles  of  the  Revolution,  were  deeply  anxious 
about  the  Indians.  But  month  after  month  rolled  by,  t'lnd  the 
Iroquois  still  lingered  idly  in  their  wdgwams. 

In  the  spring  of  1777  Brant  reappeared  in  the  Mohawk 
valley.  The  influence  of  the  great  war-chief  at  once  made 
itself  felt  in  the  remotest  wigwam.  Carefully  concealing  his 
plans,  he  commenced  collecting  an  enormous  war-2)arty  at  the 
Indian  town  of  Oghkwaga.  There  were  further  indications,  as 
the  excited  and  patriotic  Whig  settlers  thought,  of  a  Tory  upris- 
ing in  connection  with  Brant's  movement.  On  June  15th, 
General  Herkimer  reached  Cherry  Valley  with  a  force  of  three 
hundred  local  militia.  He  w^as  an  old  acquaintance  of  Brant, 
and  determined  to  have  an  interview  with  him.  The  meeting 
was  near  Unadillo. 

On  the  first  day  Brant  threw^  off  the  mask,  and  declared 
himself  as  a  soldier  of  the  king.    By  agreement,  the  conference 


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was  to  be  resumed  in  the  morning.  That  night  Herkimer  laid 
a  dark  plot  to  massacre  the  chief  and  his  few  attendants  when 
they  returned  to  his  camp  the  following  day.  Brant,  however, 
was  up  to  such  tricks.  At  the  appointed  hour  he  appeared  in 
Herkimer's  camp  with  five  hundred  picked  warriors,  plumed  and 
painted  for  war.  The  raw  recruits  Avith  Herkimer  were  com- 
pletely in  the  power  of  the  Indians.  With  a  haughty  gesture 
Brant  said,  "  You  may  go."  The  colonists  took  the  hint,  and 
went — at  the  highest  possible  speed. 

At  Cherry  Valley  the  })eople  selected  the  strongest  house  for 
a  fort,  surroundiug  it  with  oiiibankmcuts.  Near  this  place  the 
road  ran  along  the  edge  of  a  precipice.  A  hundred  and  fifty 
feet  below  lay  a  gkxuuy  gleu.,  filled  with  a  dense  growth  of 
evergreens.  In  this  lonely  spot,  Brant  and  a  half-dozen  braves 
hid  in  ambush.  Late  one  afternoon,  a  gallant  young  colonial 
officer,  ''well-mounted,  and  clad  in  a  suit  of  ash-colored  velvet," 
spurred  out  of  the  settlement  along  the  road  by  the  glen  on 
some  errand  of  war.  A  few  moments  after  the  gentleman  had 
left  the  village,  the  sharp  crack  of  rifles  was  heard  from  the 
direction  of  the  glen,  and  shortly  the  young  officer  s  horse  came 
galloping  back,  riderless,  and  the  saddle  crimsoned  with  blood. 

A  party  of  armed  men  at  once  started  out  to  solve  the 
mystery.  Not  till  the  folloAving  day,  however,  did  they  find 
the  lifeless  body  of  the  gay  lieutenant,  gay  no  longer,  but 
rather  pale,  mangled,  and  bloody.  Brant,  however,  withdrew 
after  this  murder,  without  attacking  Cherry  Valley.  He  was 
deceived  as  to  the  strength  of  the  place  by  some  false  dis- 
patches found  by  him  on  the  person  of  a  captive  whom  he 
secured  near  the  settlement.  The  man  carried  double  dis- 
patches, and,  when  captured,  was  smart  enough  to  destroy  the 
genuine  and  surrender  the  bogus  documents. 

While  the  settlers  were  being  daily  horrified  by  these  and 
a  hundred  other  isolated  deeds  of  violence,  information  was 
brought  them  by  friendly  Indians  and  scouts  of  an  impending 
danger  of  much  greater  magnitude.    As  Burgoyne  descended 


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from  the  north  along  Lakes  Champlain  and  George,  Colonel 
Barry  St.  Leger,  with  Thayendanegea's  wild  warriors  was  to 
rendezvous  at  Oswego,  and  then  sweep  down  the  Mohawk  valley 
iVum  the  west,  conquering  and  destroying,  and  form  a  junction 
with  Burgoyne  at  Albany,  whence  the  united  armies  would 
descend  the  Hudson.  At  the  upper  end  of  the  valley,  on  a 
strategic  spot  on  the  carrying  path  which  led  from  the  Mohawk 
River  to  Wood  Creek,  stood  Fort  Schuyler.  Wood  Creek 
flowed  into  Oneida  Lake,  from  which  the  Oswego  River  led 
into  Lake  Ontario.  The  carrying  path  between  the  Mohawk 
and  Wood  Creek  was  thus  the  only  interruption  which  the  war 
canoes  of  the  Iroquois  would  meet  in  their  voyage  from  Oswego 
to  Albany.  The  carrying  path  was  the  door  to  the  Mohawk 
valley.  Fort  Schuyler  was  the  lock  on  the  door.  To  unlock 
that  door  was  the  first  task  of  Colonel  Barry  St.  Leger  and 
Thayendanegea.  ~  '  ' 

Fort  Schuyler  was  an  old  fortification,  originally  built  by 
the  British  during  the  French  and  Indian  War,  at  an  enormous 
expense.    It  was  not  a  mere  block-house,  nor  a  stockade,  but, 
as  originally  laid  out,  was  a  regular  fort,  costing  over  a  quarter 
of  a  million  of  dollars.    It  was  square,  with  a  bastion  at  each 
corner.    It  had  had  the  traditional  moat  or  ditch,  the  glacis 
or  earth  embankment,  and  the  draw-bridge.    A  covered  way  led 
to  a  spring.    In  the  center  of  the  ditch  had  been  planted  rows 
of  pickets.    In  the  interior  Avas  constructed  what  was  supposed 
to  be  a  bomb-proof  citadel.    On  one  side,  the  fortification  was 
further  protected  by  a  swamp.    But  at  the  outbreak  of  the 
Revolution  the  old  fort  was  a  miserable  ruin.    The  ditch  was 
filled  up.    The  draw-bridge  had  fallen  to  pieces.    The  rows  of 
pickets  consisted  of  nothing  but  rotten  stumps,  projecting  a  foot 
or  so  from  the  ground.    The  ground  about  the  fort,  which  had 
been  cleared  with  infinite  trouble  of  every  obstruction  which 
might  afford  a  cover  to  the  enemy,  was  once  more  overgrown 
with  a  dense  forest,  which  flung  its  shadows  over  the  decaying 
fortification. 


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In  the  spring  of  1777,  Colonel  Gansevoort  took  command  of 
the  feeble  and  sickly  garrison.  Such  men  as  were  able  to  work 
were  employed  in  placing  the  fort  in  a  defensible  state.  But 
their  feeble  labors  made  slight  impression  on  the  old  ruin.  The 
commandant  ceased  not  to  w^rite  for  re-enforcements  and  sup- 
plies. On  the  4th  of  July,  when  St.  Leger  s  plan  was  already 
made  known,  the  place  was  still  in  a  deplorable  condition.  Can- 
non there  were,  but  not  a  ball  in  the  magazine.  The  rifle  balls 
OH  hand  w^ere  too  large  for  the  fire-locks,  and  there  were  no 
moulds  to  make  others.  The  supply  of  powder  was  dangerously 
small.  As  for  provision,  a  quantity  of  spoiled  beef,  sufficient, 
perhaps,  for  six  wrecks,  formed  the  larger  part  of  the  supplies. 

From  time  to  time,  small  re-enforcements  had  reached  the 
fort,  until  the  garrison  was  something  over  five  hundred  men. 
Of  these,  a  hundred  and  fifty  were  employed  in  cutting  and 
hauling  timber  to  repair  the  fort  and  to  build  an  obstruction  in 
the  channel  of  Wood  Creek.  As  many  more  were  required  to 
keep  guard  over  the  workmen,  for  the  woods  w^ere  infested  by 
hostile  Indians.  Others  still  were  out  on  scouting  and  foraging 
parties,  so  that  the  fort  proper  was  left  with  scarcely  a  man 
behind  the  ramparts. 

One  morning  two  officers  went  gunning,  to  secure,  if  possible, 
some  untainted  meat.  A  mile  and  a  half  from  the  fort  they 
were  fired  upon.  Madison  was  killed  outright,  but  Gregg  was 
only  wounded.  The  Indians  sprang  forward  to  secure  the  scalp. 
Gregg,  with  incomparable  grit,  feigned  death,  and  endured  the 
horrible  pain  of  being  scalped,  without  the  quiver  of  a  muscle, 
or  the  utterance  of  a  groan. 

Some  fishermen,  a  quarter  of  a  mile  distant,  were  that  after- 
noon disturbed  by  a  dog,  who  bounded  toward  them,  and  by 
lamentable  howls,  and  every  sign  of  distress,  attracted  their 
attention.  The  poor  animal  would  run  a  short  distance  into  the 
forest,  and  seeing  they  did  not  follow,  would  return  and  pull  at 
their  clothing,  as  if  asking  them  to  come  with  him.    The  men's 

suspicions  were  aroused,  and  they  started  to  follow  the  dog, 
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who  at  once  gave  a  yelp  of  joy.  Every  time  the  men  stopped 
he  would  resume  his  supplications.  - 

At  last  the  men  reached  the  spot  where  lay  the  dog's  fallen 
master,  Captain  Gregg,  still  breathing,  but  stupefied  from  pain 
and  loss  of  blood.  They  bore  him  to  the  fort,  with  the  corpse 
of  his  companion,  followed  by  the  faithful  dog,  who  had  seen  his 
master's  need.    Gregg  afterwards  recovered. 

On  another  day  sixteen  of  the  garrison  were  out  cutting 
turf,  about  three-quarters  of  a  mile  away.  All  at  once  they 
discovered  a  party  of  thirty  or  forty  Indians  coming  toward 
them  at  .a  rapid  run.  The  men  turned  to  fly.  Only  nine  men 
reached  the  fort.  Of  these,  two  were  badly  wounded;  a  third 
was  dying  in  the  arms  of  his  companions. 

This  was  not  all.  On  the  3d  of  July,  a  little  girl  ran 
screaming  toward  the  fort,  with  a  basket  in  her  hand,  and  her 
calico  frock  stained  with  blood.  She  and  two  others  of  her  age 
had  been  picking  berries  in  the  neighborhood.  The  other  chil- 
dren had  been  killed,  while  she  herself  was  wounded,  though 
slightly. 

While  the  garrison  of  Fort  Schuyler  were  thus  preparing,  as 
well  as  they  could,  for  the  coming  storm,  of  which  the  indica- 
cations  were  so  clear,  the  friendly  Oneidas  looked  on  the 
approach  of  Brant  with  as  much  uneasiness  as  the  whites  them- 
selves. Their  neutrality  had  incurred  the  wrath  of  the  other 
tribes,  and  they  feared,  not  without  reason,  that  the  indiscrimi- 
nate fury  of  the  invaders  might  involve  them  in  destruction. 
They  ceased  not  to  urge  the  colonies  to  send  prompt  and  power- 
ful succor  to  Fort  Schuyler.  Ticonderoga  had  fallen  before 
Burgoyne  without  the  firing  of  a  shot.  "  The  chiefs  "  wrote  the 
Oneidas,  with  cutting  directness,  "  desire  the  commanding  officers 
of  Fort  Schuyler  not  to  make  a  Ticonderoga  of  it." 

On  the  2d  of  August,  a  re-enforcement  of  two  hundred 
men,  with  two  bateaux  of  provision,  reached  Fort  Schuyler. 
The  supplies  were  hurried  into  the  fort  as  fast  as  possible,  for 
the  enemy  was  expected  at  any  moment.    AH  scouting  and 


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repairing  parties  had  been  called  into  the  fort.  The  time  for 
further  strengthening  their  defenses  was  gone.  The  siege  was 
about  to  begin.  As  the  boats  were  just  emptied  of  their  cargoes, 
and  the  last  armfuls  were  being  hurried  into  the  fort,  the  saA-a- 
ges  burst  from  the  forest  with  loud  yells.  The  captain  of  the 
expedition,  with  drawn  sword,  hurried  his  men  forward.  Too 
brave  to  enter  the  fort  before  his  men.  he  remained  to  the  last, 
and  was  unfortunately  made  prisoner. 

The  siege  was  begun.  Inside  the  fort  were  seven  hundred 
and  fifty  men.  with  supplies  and  ammunition  for  six  weeks,  and 
no  lon2:er.  But  the  o\arrison  was  without  a  flaa^ !  In  this 
emergency  stripes  of  white  from  officer's  shirts,  of  blue  from  a 
cloak  captured  from  the  enemy,  and  of  red  from  some  ragged 
sashes,  Avere  sewed  together,  and  the  patclnvork  run  up  on  the 
flag-staff.  The  besieging  army  numbered  some  seA'enteen  hun- 
dred, composed  of  one  thousand  Avarriors  under  Thayendanegea, 
together  AAuth  some  Hessian  and  Canadian  troops.  They  at  once 
threw  up  redoubts  for  their  batteries  and  commenced  active 
hostilities. 

Meanwhile.  General  Herkimer  was  marching  to  the  relief  of 
the  defenders  of  Fort  Schuyler,  at  the  head  of  eight  hundred 
militia-men.  from  the  anxious  settlements  farther  down  the  val- 
ley. Thayendanegea  Avas  kept  constantly  informed  of  Herkimer's 
movements.  He  repeated  the  stratagem  Avhich  had  resulted  in 
the  destruction  of  Braddock's  army  and  brought^  Bourjuet's 
entire  command  so  near  to  death. 

A  few  miles  below  the  fort,  the  Albany  road,  along  which 
Herkimer  AA\as  advancing,  crossed  a  Ioav  marsh  by  means  of  a 
causeway.  Just  at  this  point  the  road  Avas  intersected  by  an 
immense  lateral  ravine.  depression.  Here.  Avith  de\'ilish 
sagacity,  Thayendanegea  amoushed  his  dark  followers.  They 
Avere  arranged  in  a  circle,  in  which  a  narrow  segment  Avas  left 
open  at  the  bridge,  for  the  militia-men  to  enter  the  trap.  As 
soon  as  the  main  body  had  crossed  the  bridge,  a  band  of  Avar- 
riors  rushed  in  to  close  the  gap  of  the  circle,  completely  inclos- 


INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


iiig  the  colonists,  with  the  exception  of  the  rear  guard,  consist- 
ing of  about  sixty  men,  and  the  supply  train,  which  had  not 
entered  the  causeway.  ,  - 

A  frightful  struggle  ensued.  Herkimer  was  wounded  at  the 
first  fire.  Propped  against  the  foot  of  a  tree,  with  a  pipe  in  his 
mouth,  the  brave  old  man  continued  to  command  his  men.  From 


THE  BATILE  NEAR   FORT  SCHUYLER. 


every  side  the  savages  poured  in  the  most  galling  fire.  Every- 
where that  the  men  attempted,  like  wild  beasts  at  bay,  to  break 
through  the  fatal  lines  which  encircled  them,  they  were  beaten 
back  with  fearful  slaughter.  The  men  got  stuck  in  the  mire, 
and  the  vast  boa-constrictor,  which  had  wound  its  fearful  coils 
about  them,  began  to  tighten.  Yet  many  of  the  men  fought 
bravely. 

Observing  that  a  savage,  waiting  till  a  colonist  had  dis- 
charged his  gun  from  behind  some  tree,  would  rush  forward 
and  tomahawk  him  before  he  could  reload,  they  vl^^ced  two  men 
behind  ear^h  tree,  one  reserving  his  fire.    Finding  themselves 


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pressed  on  all  sides,  the  militia-men  disposed  themselves  in  a 
circle.    It  was  a  small  wheel  within  a  larger  one. 

Just  as  the  Indians  charged  on  their  foes  with  desperate 
valor,  to  conquer  them  at  the  point  of  the  murderous  bayonet, 
a  fearful  thunder-storm  broke  over  the  dark  field  of  battle. 
The  trees  of  the  forest  writhed  in  the  fury  of  the  tempest. 
Unearthly  bolts  of  lightning,  followed  by  peal  after  peal  of  sky- 
splitting  thunder,  lent  horror  to  the  scene.  In  a  moment  a 
mighty  flood  of  waters  burst  forth  from  the  surcharged  clouds. 
The  conflict  of  men  became  puny  in  comparison  with  the  con- 
flict of  the  elements.  The  noise  of  battle  w^as  but  a  stillness 
contrasted  wdth  the  aw^ful  roar  of  the  storm.  The  aw^ed  com- 
batants desisted.  The  dark  clans  of  Thayendanegea  wdthdrew^ 
in  sullen  rage  to  the  sheltering  distance. 

The  tempest,  how^ever,  gradually  subsided.  Not  so  the  fierce 
passions  of  the  men.  The  Indians  renewed  the  onset,  re-enforced 
by  a  detachment  of  Johnson's  Greens."  These  were  American 
Tories.  Many  of  them  were  friends,  or  even  relatives  of  the 
members  of  the  colonial  militia.  In  the  close  hand  to  hand 
fighting  these  foes  recognized  each  other.  With  the  fiercest 
rage  these  enemies  flew  at  each  others'  throats  like  tigers. 

War  is  horrible.  Civil  war  is  aw^ful.  These  neighbors  and 
acquaintances  grappled  each  other,  kicking,  biting,  stabbing,  each 
refusing  to  let  go  of  his  antagonist  until,  at  last,  some  fatal  thrust 
opened  the  ruddy  door  through  which  the  spirit  took  its  flight. 
As  a  ruse  de  guerre,  another  detachment  of  Greens  hurried  for- 
ward to  the  front  W'ith  hats  disguised  as  Americans.  The  men 
were  about  to  receive  them  as  friends  from  the  fort,  when  the 
counterfeit  was  at  the  last  moment  discovered. 

A  militia-man  ran  forward  to  give  his  eager  hand  to  an 
acquaintance.  The  hand  was  grasped,  but  not  in  friendship. 
The  Tory  sought  to  make  his  verdant  friend  a  prisoner.  In 
the  struggle,  Captain  Gardenier,  of  the  colonial  forces,  sprang 
forward  and  felled  the  would-be  captor  to  the  ground.  Several 
Greens  set  on  him,  the  first  falling  dead,  the  second  severely 


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INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


wounded.  His  spur  catching  in  the  clothes  of  one,  threw  Gar- 
denier  to  the  ground.  A  bayonet  was  just  entering  his  breast, 
when  the  brave  man  seized  it,  and,  with  a  terrific  effort,  dragged 
his  opponent  down,  and  used  him  as  a  shield  from  the  blows  of 
two  other  assaihints.  One  of  the  militia-men  now  ran  to  his 
relief.  As  his  foes  turned  on  the  new  enemy,  Gardenier  sprang 
to  his  feet,  and  burled  his  sword  in  the  body  of  the  man  whom 
he  had  dragged  down.  This  was  but  one  of  a  thousand  indi- 
vidual combats. 

The  militia-men  fought  hand  to  hand  with  the  Indians  and 
Greens.  "  Let  me  recall,  gentlemen^  to  your  recollection,"  said 
the  eloquent  Gouverneur  Morris  at  a  later  time,  "that  bloody 
field  in  which  Herkimer  lell.  There  was  found  the  Indian  and 
the  white  man,  born  on  the  banks  of  the  Mohawk,  their  left 
hand  clenched  in  each  other's  hair,  the  right  grasping  in  a  gripe 
of  death  the  knife  plunged  in  each  other's  heart.  Thus  they 
lay  frowning."  .  ' 

At  last  Thayendanegea  reluctantly  called  ofi'  his  braves,  of 
whom  so  many  were  falling.  The  colonists  could  not  be  driven 
from  the  field.  They  had  determined  to  die  in  their  tracks 
rather  than  yield.  Two  hundi-ed  of  the  Americans  had  been 
killed,  and  twice  as  many  more  wounded  or  taken  prisoner. 
Hardly  a  cabin  in  the  valley  was  there  from  which  some  father 
or  son  had  not  gone  forth  to  return  no  more.  Many  of  the 
unfortunate  captives  were  tortured  and  put  to  death  by  the 
Indians.  The  direct  reason  for  the  withdrawal  of  the  enemy 
was  a  spirited  sally  by  the  garrison  of  Fort  Schuyler.  So  well 
conducted  was  the  sortie  that  nearly  the  entire  camp  equipage 
of  St.  Leger  fell  into  their  hands. 

Thus  ended  one  of  the  bloodiest  battles  of  the  Revolution. 
Thayendanegea  had  commanded  the  enemy  in  person.  Heavy 
as  was  the  loss  of  the  Americans,  that  of  the  enemy  was  still 
heavier.  Two  or  three  days  afterward  a  solitary  scout  chanced 
to  come  upon  the  field  of  battle.  "  There  I  beheld  the  most 
shocking  sight  I  had  ever  witnessed.    The  Indians  and  white 


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men  were  mingled  with  one  another  just  as  they  had  been  left 
when  death  had  first  comioleted  his  work.  Many  bodies  had 
also  been  torn  to  pieces  by  wdld  beasts." 

General  Herkimer  did  not  long  survive  the  battle.  His 
wounded  limb  was  unskillfully  amputated.  The  flow  of  blood 
was  not  properly  staunched.  As  the  hemorrhage  renewed  again 
and  again,  the  hero  calmly  called  his  friends  about  him.  With 
mind  unclouded,  and  a  body  almost  free  from  pain,  he  read  the 
thirty-eighth  Psalm  aloud,  while  the  red  tide  ebbed  fast  away. 
"  Make  haste  to  help  me,  0  Lord,  my  salvation."  As  the  clos- 
ing words  of  the  psalm  died  away  on  his  pallid  lips,  the  light 
of  an  unseen  morning  momentarily  lit  up  his  eye,  and  then  it 
closed  in  eternal  sleep. 

Meanwhile  the  siege  was  resumed.  One  day  an  Indian 
entered  St.  Leger's  camp.  His  clothes  were  riddled  with  shot. 
He  was  a  half-crazy  fellow,  regarded  by  the  Iroquois  with  con- 
siderable awe  and  superstition.  With  knowing  looks  and  a  few 
significant  words,  he  led  them  to  believe  that  a  vast  army  of 
Americans  w^as  on  the  way  to  Fort  Schuyler.  He  had,  he  said, 
been  informed  in  a  dream.  A  panic  seized  the  Indian  camp. 
Wigwams  were  hastily  taken  down  and  preparations  made  to 
decamp.  St.  Leger  persuaded,  threatened,  and  expostulated. 
In  vain.  The  whole  Indian  army  abandoned  the  siege,  and  fled 
in  precipitation  before  nightfall.  For  St.  Leger  no  alternative 
was  left  but  retreat.  As  it  turned  out,  the  dreamer  was  a  liar. 
Having  been  captured  by  the  Americans  and  condemned  to 
death,  he  was  offered  his  liberty  if  he  could  frighten  the 
Indians  away  from  Fort  Schuyler.  His  brother  stood  host- 
age while  the  knave  went  on  his  errand,  and,  as  we  have  seen, 
achieved  success. 

During  the  winter  of  1777-78  Brant  kept  his  head-quarters 
at  Niagara,  from  which  point  he  maintained  constant  communi- 
cation with  the  western  Indians,  inciting  them  to  co-operate 
with  the  Iroquois.  A.s  the  spring  advanced,  he  again  returned 
suddenly  to  his  old  haunts  at  Unadillo  on  the  Susquehanna. 


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This  was  sufficient  to  cause  innumerable  patriotic  hearts  to  pop 
into  their  owners'  mouths.  Brant,  with  a  large  force  of  war- 
riors, secure  enough  behind  his  fortifications,  forthwith  inspired 
and  directed  incessant  raids  up  and  down  the  defenseless 
valley.  _       ,  . 

Besides  their  Indian  foes,  the  people  were  also  torn  by  polit- 
ical animosities.  In  one  locality  the  male  settlers  capable  of 
bearing  arms  were  summoned  from  far  and  wide  to  meet  the 
king's  commissioners  at  the  house  of  Captain  Mann,  a  wealthy 
loyalist.  At  the  appointed  day  a  large  assemblage  met.  Num- 
bers of  Indians  came,  impressed  by  the  warlike  preparations. 
Each  man  was  required  to  take  the  oath  of  allegiance  to  the 
king,  and  wear  a  scarlet  badge  .  on  the  hat.  Earnest  loyalists 
wore  red  caps.  Less  zealous  ones  pinned  on  a  small  piece  of 
red  cloth.  Others,  who  were  at  heart  Whigs,  through  fear  of 
confiscation  and  arrest,  contented  themselves  with  a  bit  of  red 
yarn.  Two  men  refused  absolutely  to  take  the  oath.  Just  as 
they  were  about  to  be  arrested,  a  thick  cloud  of  dust  down  the 
road  betokened  the  approach  of  horsemen.  In  a  moment  a 
strong  body  of  American  cavalry,  with  drawn  swords  flashing 
in  the  sunlight,  dashed  up,  and  ordered  the  loyalist  gathering 
to  disperse. 

Captain  Mann  made  his  escape.  The  orders  were  to  take 
him  alive,  if  possible,  but  dead,  if  not.  Late  at  night,  a  young 
patriot,  a  neighbor  lad,  found  him  in  a  wheat-stack.  He  sum- 
moned Mann  to  surrender  on  pain  of  instant  death.  The  latter 
answered  with  entreaties  to  be  spared.  The  country  boy  hesi- 
tated to  shoot  down  the  richest  man  in  the  locality.  He  wa- 
vered. It  w^as  midnight.  A  heavy  rain  was  falling.  Perhaps, 
in  the  pitchy  darkness,  he  did  not  see  Mann  edging  away. 
Perhaps  his  heart  softened,  and  at  the  crisis  his  nerve  became 
weak.    The  loyalist  got  away. 

The  whole  country  turned  out  to  hound  him  down.  In  the 
search  a  party  ran  across  a  stray  Indian.  He  wore  a  bit  of 
scarlet  cloth  in  his  hat.    Unstrung  by  excitement,  the  whites 


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absolutely  butchered  the  poor  fellow.  The  badge  may  have 
been  that  of  a  loyalist.  More  likely  the  bright  color  had 
caught  the  barbarian's  eye,  and  he  wore  it  as  an  ornament. 
After  fifteen  days'  search,  Mann  was  captured  in  the  mountains. 
He  was  thrown  into  a  prison  at  Albany,  and  detained  until  the 
war  was  over. 

During  the  year  1778  the  valley  was  filled  with  a  thousand 
frightful  rumors.  Many  of  these  were  true.  Innumerable 
lonely  farm-houses  were  plundered  and  burned,  and  their  occu- 
pants massacred.  Rage  is  often  near-sighted.  In  their  indis- 
criminate fury  the  Indians  massacred  a  woman  and  six  children. 
She  was  the  wife  of  a  Tory. 

But  a  greater  enterprise  was  at  hand.  The  valley  of  Wy- 
oming, in  North-eastern  Pennsylvania,  is  one  of  the  loveliest 
spots  of  earth.  It  is  a  second  Eden.  It  has  been  the  burden 
of  the  poet's  song  and  of  the  historian's  admiration.  Yet  from 
the  earliest  time  this  paradise  had  been  the  scene  of  the  blood- 
iest contentions.  Indian  tribes  had  warred  over  it,  until  both 
of  the  contending  parties  were  extinct.  A  civil  war  had 
broken  out  there  between  rival  settlers  from  Connecticut  and 
Pennsylvania,  and  again  drenched  its  soil  with  blood.  But  in 
the  year  1778,  the  sounds  of  violence  had  long  since  died  away 
in  this  sequestered  vale,  and  the  crimson  foot-prints  of  war  had 
been  effaced.  From  many  a  rude  cabin  chimney  the  blue  smoke 
curled  peacefully  upward  toward  the  sky.  Around  many  a 
fireside  sat  happy  families. 

Towards  this  lovely  spot  the  English  commanders  at  Niag- 
ara turned  their  cruel  eyes.  A  large  force  of  whites  and  Indians 
pushed  across  the  country  on  their  mission  of  destruction.  Two 
or  three  days  before  the  1st  of  July  wild  reports  of  their 
approach  were  carried  down  the  valley  by  galloping  horsemen. 
These  reports  were  followed  by  others  even  more  dreadful. 
Nine  men  at  work  in  a  field  had  been  murdered.  Two  forts 
near  the  upper  end  of  the  valley  had  been  captured  and  burnt. 
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a  force  of  settlers  to  resist  the  enemy.  The  country  was 
already  drained  of  its  men  to  fill  the  ragged,  but  lijeroic,  ranks 
of  the  American  army.  Still,  from  far  and  near,  they  came, 
with  their  fire-locks  and  ammunition,  until  about  three  hundred 
men  assembled  in  Fort  Forty. 

The  name  of  this  fort  is  a  history  in  itself.  At  one  time, 
in  the  earlier  border  wars,  it  had  been  defended  by  forty  men 
against  fearful  odds.  Hence  its  name.  The  enemy  took  posses- 
sion of  Fort  Wintermoot,  farther  up  the  valley.  The  impatient 
and  undisciplined  militia-men,  roused  by  the  unusual  occasion  to 
a  fever  of  martial  excitement,  demanded  that  they  advance  to 
attack  the  foe.  Of  course,  the  attempt  at  a  surprise  failed.  The 
whites,  under  Colonel  John  Butler,  fought  the  settlers  from  the 
front.  In  this  engagement  the  militia  gained  a  slight  advantage. 
They  were  pressing  forward  to  pursue  it. 

Suddenly  a  terrific  yell  from  hundreds  of  savage  throats,  just 
in  their  rear,  thrilled  every  patriot  with  horror.  The  Indians, 
under  their  leader,  for  a  long  time  supposed  to  have  been  Brant 
himself,  had  passed  around  to  the  rear  of  the  Americans.  The 
latter  fought  with  boldness.  But  it  was  useless.  They  were 
being  crushed  between  the  two  forces.  Besides  this,  some  one 
blundered.  The  drummer  beat  a  retreat  when  the  order  was 
an  advance.  They  broke  and  ran — ran  for  life.  The  Indians 
leaped  after  them,  flinging  down  their  rifles,  and  using  only  the 
tomahawk.  Tl  ey  pursued  every  straggling  runner.  Only  sixty 
out  of  the  noble  three  hundred  escaped  unhurt.  Some  of 
these  did  so  by  swimming  the  river,  others  by  fleeing  to  the 
mountains. 

This  was  not  a  battle.  History  calls  it  a  Massacre.  An 
eye-witness,  an  Englishman,  slightly  changes  these  figures.  He 
says  there  were  three  hundred  and  forty  Americans,  and  that 
fo7ii/  only  escaped.  The  other  statement  was  frightful  enough. 
But  for  this  latter  unquestionable  testimony,  the  former  report 
would  have  been  regarded  as  an  exaggeration. 

As  the  news  of  the  defeat  was  carried  down  the  valley  by 


JOSEPH  BRANT  AND  THE  MOHAWKS. 


the  hunted  fugitives,  the  women  and  children  fled  panic-stricken 
into  the  wilderness.  Colonel  Zebulon  Butler  managed  to  make 
a  stand  in  Fort  Wyoming,  where  large  numbers  of  settlers  were 
-huddled  together.  Concerning  what  followed,  there  is  a  bitter 
historical  dispute.  The  earliest  writers  relate  the  following : 
On  the  morning  of  July  4th,  the  invaders  demanded  surrender 
of  the  fort.  A  parley  was  proposed.  A  large  body  of  Ameri- 
cans marched  to  the  appointed  place.  Instead  of  the  truce 
being  respected,  the  Indians  suddenly  sprang,  howling,  upon 
them  from  the  shadowy  recesses  in  the  forest,  and  commenced 
a  second  and  more  horrible  massacre,  slaughtering  nearly  all  in 
cold  blood.  "  A  remnant  only  regained  the  fort.  A  demand 
was  sent  in  for  surrender,  accompanied  by  one  hundred  and 
ninety-six  bloody  scalps,  taken  from  those  who  had  just  been 
slain.  When  the  best  terms  were  asked,  the  infamous  Butler 
replied,  the  hatchet^  It  will  be  observed  that  the  hostile 
commanders  bore  the  same  name.  They  were  cousins  and 
old  friends. 

Some  of  the  occupants  of  the  fort,  including  Colonel  Zebulon 
Butler,  managed  to  escape  to  the  wilderness.    The  rest,  with 
those  who  were  found  in  the  settlement — men,  w^omen,  and 
children — were  locked  up  in  the  houses,  which  were  set  on 
fire,  and  "the  whole  consumed  together."    This  was  not  all. 
Another  fort  was  near  by  with  seventy  soldiers.    They  sur- 
rendered, under  solemn  promises  that  their  lives  would  be  spared. 
They  w^ere  butchered  to  a  man.    Some  details  have  been  handed 
down  to  us.    "  One  of  the  prisoners,  a  Captain  Badlock,  was 
committed  to  torture,  by  having  his  body  stuck  full  of  splinters 
of  pine  knots,  and  a  fire  of  dry  wood  made  around  him,  when 
his  two  companions.  Captains  Rauson  and  Durkee  were  thrown 
into  the  same  fire  and  held  down  with  pitchforks  until  con- 
sumed.   One  Partial  Terry,  the  son  of  a  man  of  respectable 
character,  having  joined  the  Indian  cause,  with  his  own  hands, 
murdered  his  father,  mother,  brothers,  and  sisters,  stripped  off' 
their  scalps,  and  cut  off  his  father's  head!" 


INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  EOMANCES. 


These  were  the  earliest  reports  of  the  Wyoming  tragedy. 
Later  and  more  critical  authorities  deny  them.  It  is  creditable 
to  human  nature  to  disbelieve  them.  Whether  the  particular 
incidents  recorded  took  place  or  not  is  of  no  importance.  All 
agree  that  a  Reign  of  Terror  was  inaugurated  in  the  peaceful  * 
valley.  At  the  best,  history  is  only  approximately  true. 
Froude,  Gibbon.  Macaulay.  Bancroft,  have  alike  drawn  on  their 
imagination  for  details.  The  outline  of  history  only  is  correct. 
The  historical  imagination"'  is  what  makes  history  readable. 
It  furnishes  one  a  picture  of  the  past. 

Whether  the  particular  details  are  true  is  immaterial.  The 
scene,  as  a  whole,  may  be  true,  nevertheless.  Who  doubts  that 
one  of  Dickens's  novels  presents  us  with  a  better  view  of  English 
life  and  manners  than  any  history  can  do  ?  Yet  the  whole  book 
is  a  tissue  of  fiction.  The  truth  or  falsity  of  history  is  not 
to  be  determined  merely  by  the  pictorial  and  graphic  details, 
which  oive  life  and  animation  to  the  scene.  The  real  test  is, 
Avhether  the  general  outline,  the  perspective,  the  tone,  propor- 
tion, and  coloring  is  true  to  the  original.  Any  thing  else  is 
impossible.  No  two  witnesses  Avill  ever  agree  as  to  the  exact 
details  of  a  street  brawl.  Yet  a  hundred  will  substantiate  each 
other  as  to  the  general  and  obvious  facts. 

One  of  the  disputes  over  the  Wyoming  tragedy  was,  the 
leadership  of  the  Indians.  Early  reports  charged  it  to  Brant. 
The  poet  Campbell,  acting  on  this  authority,  gave  him  an  immor- 
tality of  shame  in  his  Gertrude  of  Wyoming."  In  his  later 
years,  however.  Brant's  son  went  to  England  and  charged  the 
poet  with  traducing  his  father.  Indeed,  the  proofs  strongly 
indicate  that  Brant  was  not  present  at  the  invasion  of  Wyoming. 

If  Brant  was  not  at  Wyoming,  there  were  enough  raids, 
burnings,  ambushes,  fights,  and  massacres  which  did  take 
place  during  this  summer  under  his  leadership.  One  incident 
must  suffice.  German  Flatts  was  the  very  flower  of  the  Mohawk 
valley.  A  settlement  of  some  sixty-five  houses,  was  distributed 
equally  on  either  side  of  the  river.    On  one  side  stood  the  mas- 


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sive  stone  residence  of  the  Herkimer  family,  used  as  a  fort. 
One  evening,  half  an  hour  before  sunset,  a  scout  brought  word 
that  Brant  and  several  hundred  warriors  was  on  his  way  to 
this  settlement.  There  had  been  four  in  the  scout's  party.  The 
other  three  were  killed.  As  the  great  and  solemn  sunset  flung 
its  dying  splendors  across  the  evening  sky,  there  was  alarm  and 
terror  in  every  household,  for  ten  miles  along  the  valley.  The 
poor  people  piled  their  most  valuable  furniture  into  canoes,  and 
hurriedly  made  their  way  to  Fort  Herkimer,  and  Fort  Dayton, 
on  the  opposite  side  of  the  river.  All  night  the  fugitives  con- 
tinued to  arrive.  Their  houses  and  flocks  had  been  abandoned. 
A  heavy  rainstorm  occurred  after  midnight,  adding  to  the  mis- 
ery of  the  unhappy  people,  who  were  dragging  their  things  up 
the  river  bank  to  the  forts. 

Brant  arrived,  and  halted  in  a  neighboring  ravine,  little  sus- 
pecting that  his  approach  was  known.  Anxious  eyes  kept 
watch  from  the  fort.  At  the  first  flush  of  dawn,  the  Indians 
could  be  seen  swarming  through  the  settlement.  The  black 
smoke  and  flames  from  the  incendiary  torch  rolled  up  at  nearly 
the  same  moment  from  every  house  in  the  place.  The  Indians 
waited,  in  the  morning  air,  with  drawn  tomahawks,  impatient 
for  the  roasting  inmates  to  rush  forth.  But  they  were  disap- 
pointed. Not  a  scalp  graced  their  victory.  The  unhappy  set- 
tlers were  forced  to  see  every  house  and  barn,  one  hundred  and 
twenty  in  number,  with  the  contents,  and  five  mills  burnt,  and 
nearly  a  thousand  head  of  live  stock  driven  away. 

Linked  by  a  common  fate  with  the  melancholy  Wyoming, 
is  Cherry  Valley.  On  the  10th  of  November,  1778,  Brant  and 
Walter  N.  Butler  appeared  suddenly  before  the  place.  No 
alarm  had  reached  the  settlement.  For  this  there  was  a  reason. 
All  the  scouts  had  been  taken  prisoners.  The  settlers  were 
sleeping  quietly  in  their  houses.  Even  the  officers  of  the  fort 
were  staying  at  the  houses  of  the  neighbors. 

Just  before  daybreak  the  savages,  a  name  which  belongs 
equally  to  the  Tory  rangers  and  to  Brant's  Indians,  dashed  into 


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the  settlement.  The  house  of  Mr.  Wells  was  first  surrounded. 
The  family  was  awakened  by  the  bursting  in  of  the  door.  Mr. 
Wells,  his  mother,  his  wife,  three  sons,  and  a  daughter,  were 
butchered  in  their  beds.  His  sister  Jane,  a  lovely  girl,  man- 
aged to  get  out  of  the  house.  She  sought  refuge  in  a  wood- 
pile, but  was  killed  in  the  act  of  reaching  it.  The  guards  in  the 
house  were  either  killed  or  taken.  Here  too,  was  Ca^^tain  Alden, 
commandant  of  the  fort.  He  fled  down  the  hill,  pursued  by  an 
Indian.  Refusing  to  stop,  the  savage  hurled  his  tomahawk,  with 
fatal  accuracy.    This  was  but  a  specimen  of  the  horrid  scenes. 

Every  house  in  the  settlement  was  burnt.  Thirty-two 
inhabitants,  largely  women  and  children,  were  slain,  besides 
sixteen  soldiers.  In  addition  to  this,  some  forty  persons  were 
taken  prisoners.  Most  of  the  women  and  children  were  set 
free,  but  the  rest  were  taken  to  l^iagara. 

For  the  atrocities  at  Cherry  Yalley,  Brant's  biographer 
claims,  with  much  plausibility,  that  he  was  not  responsible, 
that  Walter  N.  Butler  had  entire  command  of  the  expedition. 
Indeed,  there  are  many  authentic  instances  where  Brant  inter- 
posed to  save  women  and  children  from  outrage.  In  this 
regard  he  differed  from  nearly  all  of  the  great  Indian  chiefs. 
He  was  always  sensitive  to  any  charge  of  cruelty. 

There  were  other  raids  bv  Brant  during;  this  season.  But 
they  hardly  deserve  mention,  ^^ot  more  than  twelve  or  fifteen 
firesides  were  desolated  by  each  attack.  What  place  can  such 
small  massacres  find  in  history  ?  One  with  fifty  victims  will  do, 
but  five  hundred  is  better. 

The  whites  managed  to  extract  some  sport  out  of  affairs 
themselves.  About  this  time  the  Onondagas  were  suspected  by 
the  Americans  of  infidelity.  An  expedition,  under  Colonel  Yan 
Schaick,  fell  upon  their  principal  village,  the  capital  of  the  con- 
federacy, destroying  it  and  numbers  of  the  inhabitants.  The 
immemorial  council-fire  was  extinguished.  The  faithful  Onei- 
das  trembled  in  their  moccasins  at  the  fearful  vengeance 
wreaked  upon  their  neighbors.    They  at  once  sent  an  embassy 


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to  ask  what  it  meant.  "  Was  it  done  by  mistake  or  design," 
they  asked.  "  If  our  brethren,  the  Americans,  mean  to  destroy 
us  also,  we  will  not  fly — we  will  wait  here  and  receive  our 
death."  "  They  were  cut  off  by  design.  I  was  ordered  to  do 
it — it  is  done,"  was  the  reply.  For  the  injury  the  Onondagas  took 
ample  revenge.  Three  hundred  of  their  warriors  fell  upon,  the  set- 
tlement of  Schoharie,  and  destroyed  it. 

Another  of  Brant's  exploits  was  the  destruction  of  Mini- 
sink.  In  the  massacre  large  numbers  of  whites  suffered  death. 
One  man.  Major  Wood,  was  about  to  be  killed  when,  either  by 
accident  or  design,  he  made  a  Masonic  signal,  though  he  did 
not  belong  to  the  order.  Brant  was  an  enthusiastic  Freemason, 
and  at  once  rescued  him.  When  the  Indian  leader  found  out 
the  deception,  he  boiled  over  with  rage,  cursing  the  man  terri- 
bly, but  yet  sparing  his  life. 

In  the  summer  of  1779,  the  colonies  resolved  on  a  united 
effort  to  crush  the  power  of  the  Six  Nations  by  an  invasion  of 
their  country.  The  army  for  that  purpose  was  strong  and  well 
equipped.  Brant,  on  the  other  hand,  rallied  all  his  forces  for 
the  defense  of  his  country.  The  battle  took  place  on  the  site 
of  the  present  city  of  Elmira,  New  York.  It  raged  all  day. 
The  Americans  gradually  forced  the  enemy  back.  So  many 
Indians  were  killed,  that  "  the  sides  of  the  rocks  next  the  river 
appeared  as  though  blood  had  been  poured  on  them  by  pailfuls." 

All  'was  lost.  The  Indian  warriors  fled,  taking  women  and 
children  with  them,  and  leaving  their  smiling  country,  with  its 
populous  and  regularly  laid  out  villages,  its  vast  acreage  of 
waving  grain,  its  numerous  orchards,  in  which  the  ruddy  fruit 
was  already  peeping  from  among  the  clustering  leaves,  open  to 
the  destroyers'  advance.  Town  after  town  was  laid  in  ashes. 
Of  Kanadaseagea,  the  capital  of  the  Senecas,  not  one  wigwam 
was  left  standing.  Genesee,  the  principal  western  town,  con- 
taining all  the  winter  stores  of  the  confederacy,  was  completely 
obliterated.  The  fields  of  grain  were  burnt.  The  very  gardens 
were  uprooted,  and  the  harmless  apple  trees  hewn  down. 


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Yet  the  wrath  of  the  invaders  wreaked  itself  alone  upon 
these  inanimate  objects.  The  Indians  fled  at  their  approach, 
leaving  their  villages  silent  and  deserted.  Fires  were  still 
burning  in  the  wigwams.  Iron  pots,  with  their  noonday  meal, 
were  still  simmering  away  over  the  coals.  The  rude  cradle  was 
still  warm  from  the  babe  which  had  lain  there.  But  no  human 
being  could  be  found.  The  hand  which  built  the  fire  was 
invisible.  The  cook  who  had  prepared  the  pot  of  broth  was 
nowhere  to  be  seen.  The  mother  of  tlie  babe  was  out  of  sight. 
All  were  a^one.  The  women  and  children  were  sent  to  Niao-ara. 
The  warriors  remained  lurking  in  the  forest,  insane  with  wrath 
at  the  destruction  of  their  lovely  country,  sometimes  venting 
their  rage  in  nameless  tortures  upon  unfortunate  stragglers 
whom  they  captured,  but  otherwise  oifering  no  resistance  to  the 
invaders. 

The  flight  of  the  Irocjuois  on  this  occasion  reminds  one  of 
the  flight  of  the  Russians  on  Xapoleon's  march  to  Moscow. 
But  in  one  regard  it  is  different.  Xapoleon  found  himself  in  a 
frozen  wilderness.  These  invaders  found  themselves  in  a  bloom- 
ing garden.  A  soldier  took  the  trouble  to  measure  an  ear  of 
corn  which  he  plucked  from  the  rustling  stalk.  He  found  it  to 
be  twenty-two  inches  long.  Another  soldier  made  a  rough 
count  of  the  number  of  apple  trees  in  a  single  orchard  which 
was  on  the  point  of  destruction.  He  estimated  that  there  were 
fifteen  hundred  bearing  trees.  This  was  not  unusually  large. 
Of  the  number  of  orchards,  the  men  said  they  were  innumer- 
able." This,  probably,  included  those  of  peach  and  pear  trees. 
They  were  the  product  of  the  toil  and  care  of  countless  genera- 
tions of  Iroc[uois.  ^'  A  wigwam  can  be  rebuilt  in  two  or  three 
days,"the  Indians  sadly  said ;  but  a  tree  takes  many  years  to 
grow  again." 

Their  sorrows  became  the  source  of  dissension.  There  arose 
a  peace  party.  Among  the  Senecas  was  a  young  orator  named 
Red  Jacket.  He  had  the  gift  of  eloquence.  He  became  the 
leader  of  the  peace  party.    He  spoke  with  thrilling  earnestness 


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of  the  folly  of  a  war  which  was  driving  them  forever  from  the 
lovely  valley  which  they  had  inherited  from  their  fathers ;  a 
war,  too,  in  which  they  fought,  not  for  themselves,  but  for  the 
English.  What  have  the  English  done  for  us,"  he  exclaimed, 
drawing  his  proud  form  to  its  fullest  height,  and  pointing  with 
the  zeal  of  despair  toward  the  winding  Mohawk,  "that  we  should 
become  homeless  and  helpless  wanderers  for  their  sakes?"  His 
burning  words  sank  deep  into  the  hearts  of  his  passionate 
hearers.  It  was  secretly  resolved  by  his  party  to  send  a 
runner  to  the  American  army,  and  ask  them  to  offer  peace  on 
any  terms.  ■ 

Brant  was  the  leader  of  the  war  party.  All  his  tremendous 
prejudices  and  masterful  abilities  were  enlisted  in  behalf  of 
England.  He  hated  the  young  and  eloquent  Red  Jacket. 
Moreover,  Brant  was  no  orator.  He  could  not  contend  with 
his  gifted  rival  in  mere  words.  He  was  rather  a  man  of 
action,  a  Cromwell  of  great  executive  ability  and  possessing  a 
will  of  iron.  He  heard  of  the  plot  to  make  peace.  He  kept 
his  own  council.  The  runner  left  the  camp.  Two  confidential 
warriors  were  summoned  by  Brant.  In  a  few  stern  words  he 
explained  to  them  that  the  American  flag  of  truce  must  never 
reach  the  Indian  camp.  Its  bearers  must  be  murdered  on  the 
way,  yet  with  such  secrecy  that  their  fate  should  not  be 
known.  The  expectant  peace  party,  waiting  for  the  message  in 
vain,  were  to  believe  that  the  Americans  had  scornfully  refused 
to  hear  their  prayer  for  peace.  The  plot  was  carried  out.  The 
man  of  words  was  vanquished.  The  man  of  deeds  triumphed. 
The  flag  of  truce  never  arrived. 

General  Sullivan  had  now  destroyed  the  home  of  ihf^  proud 
Iroquois,  and  driven  their  families  abroad  to  strange  and  inhospit- 
able regions.  More  than  forty  populous  towns  had  been  literally 
blotted  out  from  the  map  of  the  country.  The  landscape  was  no 
longer  variegated  with  fields  of  golden  grain,  with  burdened 
orchards,  staggering  beneath  their  tinted  fruitage,  with  verdant 
pastures,  dotted  over  with  sleek  and  peaceful  herds,  nor  with 

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waving  forests  of  ancient  trees,  whose  emerald  foliage  formed 
such  a  rich  contrast  with  the  sunny  sky  and  the  winding  river. 
As  far  as  the  eye  could  stretch,  the  prospect  presented  a  sin- 
gle ominous  color.  That  color  was  black.  It  was  a  landscape 
of  charcoal!    The  American  general  was  happy. 

Instead  of  pressing  on  to  Niagara,  and  destroying  the  mili- 
tary head-quarters  of  the  north-west,  he  turned  about.  Only 
one  ambition  remained  unfulfilled.  He  had  no  captives.  Casting 
about  in  his  mind,  he  remembered  a  few  families  of  the  Lower 
clan  of  the  Mohawks,  who,  as  will  be  recollected,  had  refused 
to  follow  Brant.  They  had  remained  peacefully  at  home  in  their 
wigwams  and  fields.  They  were  neutral.  They  expected  no 
danger.  As  General  Sullivan  thought  of  them  his  eye  bright- 
ened. He  would  add  the  missing  plume  to  his  hat.  He  would 
take  these  Mohawks  prisoners.  Happy  thought!  Brilliant 
idea!  It  was  carried  into  execution.  The  peaceful  tillers  of 
the  soil  were  rudely  torn  from  their  homes.  It  is  hardly  neces- 
sary to  add  that  they  were  soon  released,  by  order  of  Sullivan's 
superiors.  The  general  himself  soon  found  it  convenient  to 
resign  on  account  of  ill-health. 

The  winter  of  1779-80,  was  one  of  unprecedented  rigor. 
The  shivering  Iroquois,  at  Niagara,  suffered  severely.  But  the 
fire  of  hate  burnt  in  the  heart  of  Brant  as  hot  as  ever.  Long 
had  he  been  meditating  a  terrible  revenge  upon  the  Oneidas, 
who  had  refused  to  follow  his  leadership,  but  had  persisted  in 
neutrality.  Upon  them  he  laid  the  blame  of  all  his  disasters. 
That  winter  he  led  his  warriors  across  frozen  rivers,  and  through 
snowy  forests,  to  the  home  of  the  unsuspecting  Oneidas.  Of 
what  followed  we  have  no  detailed  history.  The  Oneidas  had 
no  historian.  Their  sufferings  have  passed,  like  the  sufferers 
themselves,  into  the  unremembered  past.  It  is  only  known 
that  Brant  fell  upon  them  without  mercy,  that  their  villages 
and  wigwams,  their  storehouses,  and  castles,  were  suddenly 
destroyed,  that  vast  numbers  of  them  were  slain,  and  that  the 
survivors  fled  to  the  white  men  for  protection. 


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The  poor  refugees,  stricken  for  a  fault  which  was  not  their 
own,  were  allotted  rude  and  comfortless  riuarters  near  Schenec- 
tady, where  they  were  supported  by  the  government  till  the 
close  of  the  war.  Their  misfortunes  did  not  end  witli  their  dis- 
persion. Driven  from  their  homes,  reduced  to  want,  depend- 
ence, and  abject  poverty,  they  lapsed  from  their  regular  and 
industrious  habits.  They  became  intemperate  and  idle.  Of  the 
proud  and  loyal  Oneidas.  a  few  lazy  drunkards  came  in  time  to 
be  the  only  representatives. 

In  pursuing  Brant's  larger  enterprises  we  omit  wild  fields  of 
incident  and  individual  adventure.  One  brave  man.  Solomon 
Woodworth.  lived  all  alone,  in  a  block-house,  eight  miles  from 
Johnstown.  He  was  repeatedly  attacked  in  his  lonely  stronghold, 
and  managed  not  only  to  repulse  such  small  bands  as  came  that 
way.  but  on  one  occasion,  at  least,  pursued  the  Indians,  and 
killed  several.  Another  dramatic  incident  was  the  burning  of 
Ellis's  mills.  They  were  located  at  the  wild  Avaterfall.  Avhere 
the  foaming  Mohawk  plunges  through  a  rocky  gorge  into  the 
lower  valley.  Since  the  burning  of  the  mills  at  Tort  Herki- 
mer, these  were  resorted  to  liy  the  settlers  from  miles  around, 
with  their  bass  of  arain  carried  on  horseback.  The  mill  was 
garrisoned  by  twelve  men.  The  Indians  attacked  it  at  dead 
of  night.  The  building  was  in  flames  before  its  defenders 
knew  their  danger.  A  brief  and  hopeless  resistance  was  made, 
and  then  every  man  sought  safety  by  flight.  Six  or  seven 
were  quickly  captured. 

Two  of  the  men  plunged  into  the  race  above  the  mill,  leav- 
ing only  their  faces  above  water,  and  hoping  to  escape  dis- 
covery in  the  darkness.  Before  long,  however,  the  red  tongues 
of  flame  were  thrust  out  through  the  windows.  The  glare 
became  brighter  and  brighter.  Glowing  seams  appeared  between 
the  logs,  through  which  shone  the  flerce  fires  within  the  doomed 
building.  The  roar  grew  louder  and  louder.  The  yells  of  the 
shrieking  savages  mingled  with  the  crackling  of  the  flames. 
Snatching  brands  in  their  hands,  they  ran  up  and  down  the 


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shore,  eagerly  watching  for  lurking  whites.  At  last,  the  roof 
tree  fell  in  with  an  infernal  crash.  Millions  of  sparks  flitted 
upward,  followed  by  dense  volumes  of  smoke.  The  surround- 
ings grew  darker  for  a  moment.  But  suddenly  the  pall  lifted. 
Mighty  billows  of  seething  fire  burst  upwards  into  the  heavens, 
as  if  furious  at  their  confinement.  In  a  moment  the  race  became 
as  light  as  day.  The  poor  fellows  were  discovered,  and  put 
to  death. 

Two  others,  Cox  and  Skinner,  had  sought  a  more  dangerous 
and  yet  a  safer  hiding  place.  They  were  under  the  great  water 
wheel,  nearly  choked  with  the  dashing  spray.  The  great  embers 
from  the  conflagration  above  them  dropped  down,  but  were 
knocked  off  by  the  revolving  water  wheel.  The  savages  sought 
for  them  in  vain.  When  at  last  the  mill  was  a  smoking  ruin, 
the  Indians  rode  away  with  hideous  yells.  Then  the  poor  fel- 
lows came  out.  They  were  severely  burnt  where  coals  had 
fallen  on  them.    But  they  were  safe. 

From  the  beginning  of  1780  the  sufferings  of  the  settlers 
of  the  lower  Mohawk  Valley  steadily  increased.  It  will  be 
remembered  that  at  the  time  of  Sir  John  Johnson's  hasty  flight 
to  Canada,  he  had  secretly  buried  his  papers  and  treasure.  His 
estates  were  confiscated,  and  his  splendid  mansion  passed  into 
the  possession  of  another.  One  morning,  a  year  or  so  previous 
to  the  time  of  which  we  are  writing,  the  owner  was  disturbed 
to  find  a  hole  dug  in  his  garden  walk,  the  marks  of  many  foot- 
prints, and  a  number  of  papers  scattered  through  the  garden. 
A  small  band  of  Johnson's  followers  had  recovered  his  chest  of 
papers. 

In  the  spring  of  '80,  Sir  John,  incredible  as  it  seems,  made 
his  way  with  five  hundred  men  from  Montreal  to  Johnstown, 
without  his  approach  being  discovered.  His  avowed  object  was 
the  recovery  of  his  treasure,  which  was  still  buried  in  the  cellar. 
This  expedition  was  one  of  the  most  impudent  as  well  as  brutal 
occurrences  of  the  war.  Entering  Johnstown  at  dead  of  night, 
the  ruffians  proceeded  to  murder  large  numbers  of  the  old 


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acquaintances,  neighbors,  and  friends  of  Sir  John,  and  apply 
the  torch  to  their  homes.  The  treasure  was  recovered,  the  out- 
rages consummated,  and  the  strangers  coolly  made  their  retreat 
without  a  straw  of  opposition  from  the  terrified  people.  On 
this  occasion  Jacob  and  Frederick  Sammons  were  taken  prison- 
ers, of  whose  adventures  more  hereafter. 

On  the  2d  of  August  harvesters  in  the  fields  around  Johns- 
town noticed  dark  columns  of  smoke  from  the  direction  of 
Canajoharie.  A  company  was  at  once  collected  to  march  to 
the  relief  of  the  settlers,  who  were  undoubtedly  attacked  by 
Indians.  The  place  had,  for  defense,  a  block-house,  called 
Fort  Plain,  but  on  this  occasion  the  fort  was  without  a  garrison. 

For  some  time  the  valley  had  been  filled  with  rumors  to  the 
effect  that  Brant  intended  to  attack  a  convoy  of  boats,  carry- 
ing supplies  to  Fort  Schuyler.  To  prevent  this  the  militia  from 
the  lower  part  of  the  valley  were  withdrawn  and  dispatched  up 
the  river.  As  soon  as  this  was  done,  the  wily  Brant  led  his 
warriors  by  swift  marches  to  Canajoharie.  which,  in  common 
with  the  rest,  had  let  her  garrison  go  up  the  river.  The  scenes 
of  slaughter  and  destruction  which  took  place  on  this  raid  of 
Brant's  Avere  almost  a  duplicate,  though,  perhaps,  covering  a 
smaller  territory,  of  those  which  had  marked  General  Sullivan's 
great  invasion  of  the  Indian  coimtry  during  the  previous  year. 
In  one  regard  it  was  much  worse.  The  settlers  were  taken  by 
surprise  and  had  no  time  for  flight.  Great  numbers  of  them 
were  killed,  and  immensely  more  taken  prisoner. 

But  still  Brant's  appetite  for  vengeance  was  unabated. 
Again  he  raised  a  force  for  a  third  invasion  of  the  Mohawk 
A  alley  within  a  year.  It  was  not  enough  to  have  equaled  the 
work  of  Sullivan.  It  must  be  surpassed.  To  this  end  he  and 
Sir  John  Johnson  united  their  savages.  To  be  sure,  Johnson's 
men  were  white.  History's  verdict  is  that  they  were  more  sav- 
age and  brutal  and  cruel  in  their  warfare  than  the  wild  chil- 
dren of  the  forest  by  whose  side  they  fought.  The  summer 
had  brought  a  rich  harvest  to  the  glad  settlers.    When  the 


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season  of  the  sere  and  yellow  leaf  approached  it  found  ^miiu,- 
ries  almost  bursting  with  their  golden  treasures,  and  barns 
stuffed  to  the  rafters  with  the  sweetest  hay  and  oats. 

On  the  morning  of  October  16,  1780,  the  occupants  of  the 
little  mud  fort  at  Middleburg,  far  down  the  Mohawk  Valley, 
and  the  settlers  of  the  lovely  region  looked  out  at  sunrise  on  a 
startling  sight.  In  CA^ery  direction  barns,  hay-stacks,  granaries, 
and  many  houses  were  on  fire.  The  product  of  the  summer's 
toil  Avas  mounting  to  the  skies  in  chariots  of  flame.  Everywhere 
the  people  fled,  abandoning  all  their  effects,  in  the  madness  of 
fear.  Their  alarm  was  justifiable.  Brant's  army  of  fifteen 
hundred  w^arriors  and  Tories  was  upon  them  without  a  single 
note  of  warning.  At  first,  the  enemy  mounted  their  little  can- 
non, and  prepared  to  besiege  the  fort.  But  the  little  mud 
redoubt  held  plucky  men. 

Finding  that  the  siege  would  delay  them.  Brant,  a  true  mas- 
ter of  guerrilla  Avarfare,  gave  up  the  notion  of  taking  the  fort, 
and  sAvept  on  down  the  valley  Avith  his  terrible  band  of  destroy- 
ers. In  their  course  the  Avhole  valley  Avas  laid  in  ruins.  Houses 
and  barns  Avere  burned,  the  horses  and  cattle  killed  or  taken, 
and  tliose  of  the  inhabitants  Avho  Avere  not  safely  Avithin  the 
Avails  of  their  little  fortifications  were  either  killed  or  taken 
captive.    The  very  churches  Avere  fired.  .  - 

But  the  torch  of  Avar  Avas  not  applied  to  the  property  of 
Tories.  Wherever  liA^ed  a  loyalist  to  England,  the  horde  of 
destroyers  stayed  its  ruthless  hands.  They  passed  by,  leaving 
the  property  untouched.  Then  one  of  the  strange  sides  of  human 
nature  displayed  itself.  The  settlers,  furious  at  their  oavu  Avrongs, 
and  aflame  Avith  passion  at  the  sight  of  their  disloyal  neighbors' 
immunity  from  harm,  issued  from  the  forts,  and,  AA^th  their  OAvn 
hands,  completed  the  desolation  of  the  valley,  destroying  every 
bit  of  Tory  property. 

As  the  invading  army  hurried  on,  transforming,  Avith  its 
breath  of  flame,  the  verdant  valley  into  a  mighty  cinder,  many 
a  cabin  became  the  scene  of  a  tragedy,  more  thrilling  than  those 


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performed  behind  the  flashing  foothghts  of  any  theater.  The 
humble  pioneers  and  their  cUnging  families  were  enrolled  in  the 
terrible  dramatis  ])ersonce. 

John  Vraonian  was  on  a  scout  some  miles  from  his  home. 
An  Indian  jumped  out  of  a  bush.  Vraoman  killed  him.  A 
second  Indian  bounded  forward,  his  long  and  sinewy  fingers 
reaching  to  clutch  the  white  man's  throaty  but  a  lightning  blow 
with  the  clubbed  musket  stretched  the  savage  senseless  on  the 
sod.  At  that  moment  a  swarm  of  savages  started  up  in  the 
forest.  Vraoman  fled.  By  great  skill  and  marvelous  endurance 
he  eluded  his  pursuers.  After  hours  of  strenuous  exertion,  he 
neared  his  cabin.  His  heart  leaped  for  joy  at  the  thought  that 
his  wife  and  children  were  saved  from  the  lonely,  unprotected, 
and  poverty-stricken  life  of  the  widow  and  the  fatherless,  bear- 
ing the  spot,  he  caught  a  smell  of  burning.  His  tired  steps 
were  quickened  with  anxiety.  Too  late !  The  cabin  was  a 
heap  of  glowing  coals,  the  wife  and  children  captives.  He  suf- 
fered but  a  few  days  of  anguish.  Brant  sent  back  the  captives, 
with  a  note  on  birch  bark,  giving  them  sweet  liberty. 

A  farmer  was  unloading  a  wagon  of  corn  at  his  granary. 
Hearing  a  shriek  from  the  house,  he  looked  about  to  find  a 
swarm  of  Indians  and  Tories  surrounding  it  on  all  sides.  ''The 
enemy,  my  boys !"  shouted  the  father,  but,  as  he  leaped  down 
from  the  wagon,  a  rifle  ball  pierced  his  patriotic  breast.  The 
shriek  came  from  his  wife,  who  was  tomahawked.  Her  five-year 
old  boy  ran  screaming  to  his  fiillen  mother,  his  childish  heart 
bursting  with  the  frantic  agony  of  sorrow.  He  knelt  down  in  the 
crimson  pool  about  the  form  he  loved  so  well.  In  a  moment  a 
tomahawk  ended  his  oTief  and  life  too:ether. 

An  aged  man  in  the  fort  at  Middleburix  owned  a  mill  two 
miles  away.  His  son  had  passed  the  night  there  alone.  At 
the  first  discovery  of  the  Indians,  the  white-haired  fiither,  know- 
uig  they  would  speedily  attack  the  mill,  started,  regardless  of 
earnest  remonstrances  on  account  of  the  danger  of  the  attempt, 
to  warn  his  son  of  his  peril.    He  hoped  to  reach  the  mill  before 


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the  savages,  and  succeeded.  The  father  and  son  then  hurried 
back  to  the  fort,  to  find  it  already  attacked.  By  a  bold  move 
they  managed  to  get  inside  of  the  sheltering  redoubt.  Of  the 
havoc  wrought  by  Brant,  one  instance  was  the  suffering  of  the 
large  and  prominent  Vrooman  family,  three  of  whom  were 
killed  and  nine  carried  captive  to  Canada. 

These  incidents  are  but  a  few  drops  from  the  bloody  deluge. 
The  invaders  divided  into  two  parties.  One  marched  down  one 
side  of  the  Mohawk.  The  other  division  kept  pace  on  the 
opposite  side.  In  this  way  the  country  was  laid  waste  in  every 
direction.  The  goal  of  the  expedition  was  Schenectady.  It 
was  never  reached.  Flying  horsemen  had  long  since  carried 
the  news  of  the  invasion  to  Albany.  Too  much  time  had  been 
taken  up  in  the  advance.  General  Van  Rensselaer,  with  a 
strong  army,  was  on  the  way  to  meet  the  enemy.  Brant  and 
Johnson  began  a  retreat.  It  was  too  late.  A  heavy  battle  was 
fought.  At  sunset  the  advantage  was  with  the  Americans,  but 
they  failed  to  push  it,  and  fell  back  to  encamp.  That  night 
the  enemy  fled,  without  the  rustle  of  a  leaf  or  the  rattle  of 
a  bayonet. 

Some  funny  things  occur  in  a  forced  retreat.  Nine  Tories 
were  hurrying  through  the  forest,  each  trying  to  outdo  the 
other  in  the  speed  of  retreat.  Suddenly  a  stern  voice  cried  out 
in  the  darkness,  "  Lay  down  your  arms."  They  obeyed  with 
precipitation,  and  were  made  prisoners.  They  could  not  see 
their  hand  before  them.  Of  the  number  of  their  captors  they 
had  no  idea.  Every  Tory  was  securely  pinioned  and  led  away. 
In  the  morning  they  found  themselves  in  a  little  block-house. 
Their  captors  were  seven  militia-men.  The  nine  had  surren- 
dered to  the  seven ! 

An  incident  of  the  invasion  is  worth  relating.  The  Senecas 
were  led  by  a  half-Indian  named  Corn  Planter.  His  fither 
was  a  white  trader,  who  had,  many  years  before,  on  one  of 
his  trips,  been  enamored  of  a  pretty  Seneca  maiden.  Corn 
Planter  became  one  of  the  living  evidences  of  his  affection. 


JOSEPH  BRANT  AND  THE  MOHA  WKS. 


The  son  was  not  ignorant  of  his  father's  name  and  whereabouts. 
With  a  dozen  trusty  followers,  he  sought  the  old  man's  cabin, 
where  he  liA^ed  in  peace  with  his  family,  and  took  him  prisonei'. 
After  proceeding  a  few  nules  the  proud  Seneca  stepped  up,  and 
said  :  I  am  your  son.  You  are  my  father.  I  am  a  warrior. 
Many  scalps  have  I  taken.  Many  a  captive  have  I  tortured. 
Yet  you  have  nothing  to  fear.  If  you  wall  co*me  with  me  to 
the  distant  lodges  of  my  people,  I  will  cherish  you  in  your  old 
age,  and  give  you  plenty  of  venison.  If  you  scorn  the  simple 
life  of  the  children  of  the  forest,  and  prefer  to  return  to  the 
arms  of  your  pale-face  squaw  and  the  caresses  of  your  pale-face 
children,  my  brothers,  it  is  well.    You  are  free  to  choose." 

It  may  be  imagined  that  the  old  man,  who  was  or  wished  to 
be  ignorant  of  his  near  relationship  to  the  stalwart  savage, 
chose  pretty  quickly,  and  scampered  off  home  as  fast  as  he 
could.  The  young  chief  bowed  to  his  wishes,  and  sorrowfully 
turned  to  hide  himself  in  the  forest. 

The  common  name  of  John  Shell,  a  Dutch  settler  who  lived 
with  his  family  in  a  lonely  block-house  four  miles  from  Fort 
Herkimer,  has  been  embalmed  in  an  incident  which  comes  down 
to  us.  A  band  of  sixty  or  seventy  Mohawks  suddenly  sur- 
rounded the  little  fortress  one  day,  and  laid  siege.  Mrs.  Shell 
loaded  the  rifles,  while  her  husband  and  sons  fired  them.  The 
attack  lasted  from  two  o'clock  until  sunset.  McDonald,  the 
leader  of  the  enemy,  made  repeated  efforts  to  break  in  the  door 
of  the  structure.  He  was  in  the  act  of  using  a  heavy  iron 
crowbar  when  he  received  a  shot  in  his  leg.  He  fell.  None  of 
his  men  were  just  at  hand.  The  bold  Dutchman,  Shell,  flung 
open  the  door  and  dragged  him  in — a  prisoner.  The  cartridges 
found  on  him  were  greedily  seized  by  the  defenders,  whose 
stock  of  ammunition  was  dangerously  low. 

Enraged  at  the  capture  of  their  leader,  the  enemy  made  a 
furious  assault.  Five  guns  were  stuck  through  the  port-holes. 
Quick  as  flash,  Mrs.  Shell  seized  an  ax  and  ruined  every  gun 
by  bending  the  barrels.    As  the  Indians  fell  back.  Shell  ran  up 


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to  the  second  story  and  calling  out  to  his  wife  told  her  Captain 
Small  was  at  hand  from  Fort  Dayton  with  re-enforcements. 
Then^  in  a  loud  voice,  he  shouted  to  the  imaginary  Small  to 

march  his  men 
around  bv  the 
left  side.  It 
was  a  ruse,  and 
it  succeeded. 
The  Indians 
fled,  supposing 
that  a  heavy 
force  was  at 
hand.  Shell 
hastily  collected 
his  family,  and 
placing  such 
food  as  they 
had,  within 
reach  of  their 
wounded  pris- 
oner, set  out  for 
Fort  Dayton, 
leaving  McDon- 
ald in  solitary 
possession  of 

the  block-house.  He  was  removed  the  following  day,  but  died 
from  an  unskillful  amputation. 

The  war  of  the  American  Revolution  at  last  came  to  an  end. 
For  Brant's  wonderful  raids  there  was  no  longer  opportunity. 
He  received  from  the  British  government  for  his  tribe  a  new 
home  on  the  Grand  River,  Canada.  Here  he  devoted  himself 
to  the  work  of  civilizing  and  improving  his  people.  He  made 
another  trip  to  England,  being  received  with  more  splendor  and 
ceremony  than  before.  This  was  in  consideration  of  his  emi- 
nent services  in  the  Mohawk  valley. 


JOSEPH  BRANT. 


JOSEPH  BRANT  AND  THE  MOHAWKS. 


During  the  Indian  wars  of  the  west,  his  prejudices  were  all 
against  the  United  States,  though  he  never  actually  took  the 
field.  He  translated  a  number  of  devotional  books  into  English, 
and  sought  to  induce  his  people  to  give  up  the  uncertainties  and 
demoralizations  of  the  chase  and  substitute  agriculture.  His  own 
opinion,  as  expressed  at  a  dinner  party  gi^  en  him  l)y  the  dis- 
tinguished Aaron  Burr,  was  that  the  civilization  ol'  the  Indians 
must  take  place  through  their  intermarriage  and  mingling  of 
blood  with  the  whites.  His  correspondence,  ot*  which  much  is 
yet .  extant,  reveals  a  rugged  and  powerful  intellect,  on  which 
his  associations  with  white  men  had  exerted  a  marked  influ- 
ence. He  encouraged  missionaries  to  come  among  his  people, 
and  renewed  his  Christian  professions,  which  had,  perhaps,  been 
suspended  or  eclipsed  while  he  was  hurling  his  warriors  like 
destroying  lightnings  upon  the  defenseless  iidiabitants  of  the 
Mohawk  valley.  His  letters  reveal  a  proud,  sensitive  spirit, 
jealous  of  its  dignity,  and  which  could  not  brook  the  slightest 
imputation  of  dishonor.  Nothing  escaped  the  attention  of  his 
eminently  diplomatic  mind,  whether  it  transpired  in  the  cabinets 
of  ministers  or  around  the  council  fires  of  the  distant  tribes  of 
western  Indians.  He  erected  for  himself  a  fine  mansion  on  the 
western  shore  of  Lake  Ontario,  where  he  lived  in  unprecedented 
splendor.  Here  he  held  his  barbaric  court,  with  a  retinue  of 
thirty  negro  servants,  and  surrounded  by  gay  soldiers,  cavaliers 
in  powdered  wigs  and  scarlet  coats,  and  all  the  motley  assem- 
blage of  that  picturesque  era." 

Two  or  three  times  Brant  condeicended  to  visit  the  eastern 
cities,  receiving  every  attention  from  the  great  men  of  the  day. 
That  ''uneasy  lies  the  head  which  wears  a  crown"  was  freshly 
demonstrated  by  his  career.  On  one  of  his  trips  east,  he  was 
followed  by  an  assassin,  a  Dutchman,  from  the  Mohawk  valley, 
whose  entire  family  had  been  murdered  by  Brant's  warriors. 
The  man  shadowed  him  day  and  night,  seeking  a  convenient 
opportunity  to  kill  him.  Brant  knew  his  danger,  and  took  un= 
usual  precautions.    One  day  the  assassin  had  well-nigh  accom-= 


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plished  his  purpose.  Brant  had  taken  a  room  in  a  New  York 
hotel,  which  fronted  on  Broadway.  Looking  out  of  the  win- 
dow, he  saw  his  enemy  on  the  opposite  side  of  the  street, 
aiming  a  gun  at  him.  The  alarm  was  given,  and  the  Dutch- 
man taken  care  of. 

On  the  way  home,  after  this  or  a  similar  trip.  Brant  wanted 
to  go  by  way  of  the  Mohawk  valley,  a  region  so  dear  to  him  by 
reason  of  its  associations,  older  than  the  dreadful  scenes  of  the 
war.  There  as  a  boy  he  had  been  employed  at  the  baronial  hall 
of  his  friend  and  patron,  Sir  William  Johnson.  There,  too,  his 
people  had  from  time  immemorial  lived,  and  loved,  and  died. 
But  the  people  of  the  valley  confronted  this  sentiment  of  Brant 
with  a  widely  different  one.  If  any  man  was  ever  hated  with 
all  the  abhorrence  of  which  human  nature  is  capable,  such  was 
.the  feeling  Avith  which  Brant  was  regarded  throughout  the 
length  and  breadth  of  the  Mohawk  valley.  When  word  came 
that  the  monster  was  to  pass  through  the  country,  the  settlers 
prepared,  with  exultant  curses,  to  kill  him.  A  rumor  of  the 
danger  reached  Brant  in  time  for  him  to  change  his  route  and 
escape  secretly  by  another  way. 

Brant's  ascendancy  among  the  Iroquois  was  not  maintained 
without  some  heart-burnings.  His  old  enemy.  Bed  Jacket, 
gathered  a  number  of  malcontents  around  his  standard,  and  at 
a  pretended  meeting  of  the  sachems  of  the  confederacy,  during 
Brant's  absence,  he  was  impeached  and  formally  deposed  from 
the  head  chieftancy  of  the  Six  Nations.  When  the  old  warrior 
returned  he  confronted  his  enemies  in  public  council,  boldly 
defied  and  denied  their  calumnies  and  charges,  and  demanded  a 
fair  hearing  before  his  people.  For  reasons  which  Americans 
of  the  present  generation  will  readily  understand,  the  military 
fame  and  prestige  of  the  great  war  chief  overcame  even  the 
burning  invectives  of  Red  Jacket,  and  Brant  triumphed  over  all 
opposition. 

One  unfortunate  affair  made  a  terrible  impression  on  his 
niind,  and  he  Avas  never  really  himself  again,    ihu)  of  his  sons 


JOSEPH  BEAM  AXD  THE  MUHAWK^S. 


was  in  the  habit  of  getting  drunk.  While  on  one  of  his  sprees 
he  entered  his  father's  room  and  commenced  a  storm  of  cursing 
and  abuse.  The  exact  circumstances  are  unknown,  but  Brant, 
in  a  sudden  heat,  stabbed  his  son,  from  the  effects  of  which  he 
died.  The  old  man  never  ceased  to  lament  the  deed,  and  it  is 
said  would  lie  awake  at  nifrht  and  crv  bv  the  hour. 

On  November  24,  1807,  as  the  shrill  winds  of  winter 
began  to  whistle  through  the  forest,  and  the  first  light  snow 
spread  a  delicate  mantle  over  the  earth,  the  old  chief  looked  out 
upon  the  whitened  landscape  for  the  last  time.  He  had  been  in 
ill-health  for  quite  awhile.  That  day  a  sudden  change  for  the 
worse  took  place.  After  several  hours  of  suffering,  Thayen- 
danegea,  Joseph  Brant,  turned  his  face  to  the  wall,  and  died. 
Among  his  latest  words  were  those  to  his  adopted  nephew,  in 
which  he  uttered  the  burden  of  his  heart,  ''Have  pity  on  the 
poor  Indian ;  if  you  can  get  any  influence  with  the  great, 
endeavor  to  do  them  all  the  good  you  can." 

In  1876,  William  Cullen  Bryant,  the  poet,  whose  lyre  is 
now  attuned  to  celestial  harmonies,  visited  the  old  house  of 
Brant.  His  description  will  form  a  pleasant  conclusion  to  our 
story. 

"  To  visit  this  quaint  old  mansion  and  find  it  untenanted  for 
the  moment,  as  chanced  to  the  writer  one  sunny  day  last  June, 
is  like  stepping  backward  from  the  nineteenth  century  into  the 
hist  quarter  of  the  eighteenth.  You  enter  a  spacious  hall,  and 
turning  to  the  right,  find  yourself  in  a  large  old-fashioned  draw- 
ing-room, whose  front  windows  look  out  upon  the  blue  expanse 
of  Burlington  Bay. 

''On  the  opposite  side  of  the  room  is  a  grate,  surmounted  by 
an  absurdly  tall  mantel,  and  flanked  on  each  side  by  a  curious, 
arched  recess.  Life-size  oil  portraits  of  Brant,  in  his  paint  and 
war-dress ;  of  John  Brant,  the  ideal  of  an  Indian  hero ;  of  Sir 
William  Johnson  and  members  of  his  family,  in  stiff  wigs  and 
scarlet  coats,  richly  laced,  stare  down  upon  you  from  the  walls. 

"Upon  the  mantel  lies  Brant's  dagger,  which  drank  the  blood 


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of  his  ruffianly  son  Isaac ;  carelessly  disposed  upon  a  table  are 
a  pair  of  richly  ornamented  dueling  pistols,  the  gift  of  the  Duke 
of  Northumberland ;  there  lies  his  tomahawk,  yonder  hangs  the 
queer  conch-shell  medal,  which  he  wore,  and  in  the  corner  is 
flung  his  small  sword,  its  ivory  handle  studded  with  gems,  a  tes- 
timonial from  his  sacred  majesty,  George  the  Third,  to  his  gal- 
lant and  faithful  ally.  80  carelessly  are  these  and  other  relics 
strewn  about  the  room  as  to  lend  encouragement  to  the  fancy 
that  the  old  chief  had  hurriedly  throw^n  them  dow^n,  expecting 
momentarily  to  return  and  claim  them.  A  dreamy  atmosphere 
pervades  the  apartment,  disposing  the  mind  to  reverie  and  ren- 
dering it  hospitable  to  visions  of  the  past. 

"  The  writer,  on  the  occasion  mentioned,  instinctively  cast  a 
look  toward  the  door,  expecting  to  hear  the  tread  of  moccasined 
feet,  to  catch  a  glimpse  of  those  swarthy  features,  and  be  trans- 
fixed by  a  glance  of  the  basilisk  eyes  which  are  reproduced  in 
the  portrait  over  the  mantel.  But  the  spell  was  broken  by  the 
hum  of  approaching  voices,  and  a  peal  of  childish  laughter,  pro- 
ceeding from  three  bright  little  elves,  descendants  in  the  fourth 
generation  from  Joseph  Brant. 

"I  can  readily  credit  the  rumor  reported  to  me  in  good  faith 
by  a  neighboring  farmer,  that  Brant  house  is  haunted." 


INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES.  26' 


CHAPTER  VI. 

THE  CONFLICT  IN  THE  OHIO  VALLEY. 

^^HAT  clumges  have  Ijeeii  luirrored  in  the  blue 
Ohio  during  the  last  hundred  years !  The 
waters  of  the  river  itself  have  not  been  more 
changing  than  the  landscape.  This  is  the  true 
age  of  magic.  Who  is  there  that  does  not  see 
that  the  Lamp  of  Civilization  far  surpasses  the 
dull  luminary  of  one  Aladdin?  Not  a  single 
palace,  but  whole  cities  have  sprung  into  exist- 
ence, as  it  were,  in  a  single  night.  Instead  of  transforming 
towns  into  lakes,  and  their  inhabitants  into  blue,  green,  and  yel- 
low fish,  by  our  magic,  swamps  and  reedy  lakes  are  transformed 
into  cities,  and  in  the  place  of  innumerable  suckers,  cats,  and 
minnows,  behold  thronging  populations  of  men.  Unnumbered 
generations  of  wide-eyed'  children  have  wondered  at  the 
enchanted  horse,  which,  by  the  turning  of  a  peg,  in  a  single 
day  transported  the  Prince  of  Persia  and  his  lady  love  to  his 
distant  dominions.  But  we  have  enchanted  horses  which  travel 
at  the  rate  of  a  mile  a  minute,  able  to  carry,  not  merely  two 
persons,  but  whole  populations.  Yet  we  do  not  wonder.  The 
author  of  the  "Arabian  Nights'  Entertainments"  thought  his 
fancy  had  transcended  the  bounds  of  all  that  was  possible.  But 
the  creations  of  his  imagination  are  tame  and  dull  beside  the 
marvelous  handiwork  of  the  real  Genie,  the  Spirit  of  Civilization. 

It  is  still  possible  to  imagine  the  past.  We  can  conjure  up 
faint  visions  of  the  majestic  river  rolling  on  in  everlasting 
solitude.    The  winding  shores  lie  wrapped  in  the  mantle  of  per- 


THE  CONFLICT  IN  THE  OHIO  VALLEY. 

eniiial  forests.  Not  a  sound  is  heard  above  the  muffled  roar 
of  the  flood. 

It  is  evening.  At  points  v^here  the  shore  slopes  gradually 
to  the  water 5  stand  shadowy  herds  of  mild-eyed  deer,  now 
drinking  from  the  cooling  current,  now  lifting  their  graceful 
necks,  and  watching  with  timid  anxiety  some  spot  along  the 
shore,  from  which  had  come  the  suspicious  sound  of  rustling 
leaves.  Lying  hid  in  the  thicket  is  a  phantom  canoe.  A  dusky 
form  steals  cautiously  through  the  underbrush  toward  the  gentle 
denizens  of  the  forest.  He  obtains  a  view  of  the  lovely  sight. 
His  eye  flashes,  his  nostril  quivers,  but  not  with  admiration  of 
the  ])eautiful. 

There  is  n,  whirring  sound,  as  a,  light  shaft  whistles  through 
the  air.  The  startled  deer  leap  toward  the  shadow  of  the  for- 
est. Too  late.  The  arro\v=head  is  buried  in  the  heart  of  a 
noble  buck.  His  leap  was  unto  death.  The  crimson  tide  spurts 
forth  in  hot  jets  upon  the  brown  leaves  of  the  wild  wood.  His 
large  and  intelligent  eye  is  slowly  covered  with  a  film  which 
shuts  out  forever  the  view  of  his  forest  home.  His  slender  form 
stiffens.  The  head  is  partially  lifted,  as  if  to  look  with  mild 
reproachfulness  upon  the  enemy  whom  he  had  never-  harmed. 
Then  it  sinks  back  upon  the  spreading  antlers.  The  agony 
is  ended. 

The  dim  picture  quickly  fades.  Where  stood  the  shadowy 
outlines  of  the  forest,  now  stately  buildings  and  the  stony 
expanse  of  a  great  city's  public  landing,  covered  with  vast  piles 
of  merchandise,  force  themselves  upon  the  vision.  Along  the 
shore  stretches  a  mile  of  stately  steamers.  From  som(3  just 
landed,  streams  of  busy  passengers  pour  forth  over  the  wharf- 
boat.  Others  are  about  to  depart.  Dozens  of  drays  thunder 
down  the  stony  slope  with  freight  for  the  out-going  vessels. 
Gangs  of  deck-hands  are  hurriedly  carrying  aboard  the  last  of 
the  cargo.  The  voice  of  the  master  is  heard  above  the  din, 
incessantly  urging  the  hands  to  greater  exertions,  now  cursing 
them  for  clumsiness  or  abusing  them  for  laziness,  now  threat- 


INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


261) 


ening  them  with  discharge  and  no  pay,  now  promising  various 
glittering  rewards  for  more  speed. 

At  last  the  cargo  is  loaded.  The  last  barrel  is  rolled  aboard. 
The  last  consignment  of  brooms  and  wooden  buckets  is  stowed 
away.  The  smoke,  which  has  been  rising  from  the  steamer  s 
chimneys  in  thin,  idle  currents,  now  rushes  upward  in  black 
volumes.  The  gangway  is  hauled  aboard,  the  hawser  cast  off. 
There  is  a  hasty  jingling  of  various  signal  bells.  A  heavy  puff 
from  the  engines,  and  the  roaring  swash  of  the  paddle-wheels  is 
heard  as  the  steamer  slowly  draws  off  from  the  dock. 

If  we  turn  from  the  din  and  confusion  of  the  landing,  we 
hear  above  us  the  roar  of  the  Queen  City.  Miles  upon  miles 
of  bowldered  streets  stretch  on  between  tall  row^s  of  gloomy 
buildings.  The  air  is  heavy  with  the  smell  of  groceries,  and 
tremulous  with  the  clangor  of  metropolitan  activity.  The  street 
lamps  are  being  lighted,  and  as  we  look  up  the  long  avenue 
their  yellow  flames  on  either  side  extend  in  a  narrowing  vista, 
until,  far  up  the  hill,  the  walls  of  the  street  seem  to  come 
together. 

How  came  the  change  ?  Whence  is  the  marvelous  trans- 
formation ?  Few  of  us  think  of  it.  The  cities  are  here — it  is 
enough.  What  care  we  for  the  struggles  of  our  fathers  ?  No 
doubt  they  were  gentlemen,  loving  r[uiet,  and,  following  their 
tastes,  they  left  the  settled  towns  and  cities  of  the  east  to  build 
rude  homes  in  the  peaceful  valley  of  the  Ohio.  Unmolested 
by  any  disturber,  we  think  they  quietly  plowed  the  glebe, 
harvested  crops,  reared  their  children,  and  were  gathered  to 
their  graves. 

What  a  mistake !  The  peace  we  now  enjo}^  is  the  offspring 
of  war.  Our  fathers  w^ere  not  peaceful,  timid  men.  They 
w^ere  bold  adventurers.  They  were  scouts.  They  were  Indian 
fighters.  The  Ohio  valley  was  won  from  the  savages  only  after 
the  longest,  the  bloodiest  struggle  on  record.  It  was  a  war 
w^hich  raged  without  perceptible  intermission  from  the  breaking 
out  of  Lord  Dunmore's  war,  in  1774,  to  the  battle  of  Fallen 


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Timbers,  in  1794,  a  period  of  twenty  years.  During  that  time 
the  pioneers  of  the  magnificent  valley  knew  no  peace.  The 
battles  of  the  Revolution  were  fought  and  won,  but  in  the 
struggle  with  the  savages  there  was  no  victory  for  the  brave 
colonists.  The  independence  of  the  New  Republic  was  achieved 
by  force  of  arms  in  spite  of  the  greatest  military  nation  on 
earth,  but  against  the  redskins  of  the  Ohio  the  arms  of  the 
colonies  prevailed  not. 

Peace  was  made  with  England,  but  with  her  Indian  allies 
no  armistice  took  place.  Treaties  were  concluded  with  every 
European  government,  but  the  outraged  red  man  still  shook 
aloft  the  gory  tomahawk.  Years  rolled  by.  Expedition  after 
expedition  was  sent  against  the  Indians  of  the  west,  only  to 
end  in  rout  and  massacre.  Children  grew  to  be  men  and  women, 
middle-aged  men  and  women  grew  gray  in  the  ceaseless  conflict, 
yet  they  fought  with  all  the  zeal  of  the  bygone  years. 

The  prize  was  worth  the  struggle,  and  the  combatants  knew 
it.  The  region  of  Ohio,  Indiana,  Illinois,  Kentucky,  and  Ten- 
nessee is  the  finest  part  of  the  American  continent.  The 
Indians  of  the  west  for  unnumbered  generations  knew  it  as  the 
best  hunting-ground  between  the  oceans.  The  Avhite  settlers 
saw  in  it  a  seat  of  empire  for  their  posterity,  unequaled  in 
Europe  or  America.  Midway  between  the  extremes  of  temper- 
ature, with  mild  winters  and  cool  summers,  with  the  richest  soil, 
moderate  rain-fall,  a  rolling  surface,  and  abundant  forests,  it  is 
evident  at  this  day  that  the  pioneers  did  not  overestimate  the 
prospect.  There  is  hardly  any  limit  to  the  population  which 
the  region  is  capable  of  sustaining.  Delightful  for  residence,  it 
is  also  the  natural  home  of  trade,  agriculture,  and  manufacture. 

As  a  nurser}^  of  great  men,  the  Ohio  valley  has  long  since 
distanced  any  other  portion  of  the  country.  Henry  Clay,  Abra- 
ham Lincoln,  Ulysses  S.  Grant,  Joseph  E.  McDonald,  John  Sher- 
man, James  A.  Garfield,  Rutherford  B.  Hayes,  Hugh  McCulloch, 
Robert  G.  Ingersoll,  Oliver  P.  Morton,  Stephen  A.  Douglas, 
Thomas  A.  Hendricks,  Allen  G.  Thurman,  JBenjamin  Harrison, 


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Matthew  Simpson,  E.  S.  Ames,  Tom  Corwin,  Thomas  Marshall^ 
George  D.  Prentice,  Robert  Dale  Owen,  Henry  Ward  Beecher, 
William  T.  Sherman,  Henry  Bascom,  A.  E.  Burnsides,  Stonewall 
Jackson — these  are  the  men  whom  the  valley  of  the  Ohio  has 
already  furnished  to  the  Republic.  Where  can  be  found  any 
other  portion  of  the  country,  which,  within  less  than  a  hundred 
years  after  the  first  settlers  found  it  a  silent  wilderness,  has 
given  to  the  world  such  a  constellation  of  statesmen,  orators, 
military  commanders,  and  writers  ? 

The  Ohio  valley  then  w^as  won  by  war,  by  twenty  years  of 
conflict.  Reserving  for  separate  chapters  the  stories  of  the  dif- 
ferent expeditions  and  the  most  famous  Indian  fighters,  in  this 
chapter  we  will  collect  the  crumbs  wdiich  fall  from  the  table  of 
the  feast. 

The  greater  part  of  the  romantic  stories  of  Indian  adventures 
have  been  buried  with  the  daring  actors  in  oblivion.  Besides, 
the  few  tales  which  happened  to  be  preserved  in  manuscript  or 
print,  there  yet  linger  in  certain  old  families  shadowy  traditions 
of  their  ancestors'  struggles  and  adventures.  Gray-haired  men 
are  yet  to  be  found  in  w^arm  chimney  corners,  who  can  repeat 
many  romantic  stories  told  them  by  their  mothers.  But  in  an- 
other generation  these  dim  traditions  will  be  gone,  as  wdll  be  the 
men  who  tell  them.  Even  wdth  a  recountal  of  the  feats  of  which 
the  stories  have  been  preserved,  many  volumes  could  be  filled. 
Here  we  can  only  outline  some  representative  deeds  and  dangers. 

THE  ESCAPE  OF  McCONNEL. 

People  will  eat.  Alexander  McConnel,  of  Lexington,  Ken- 
tucky, though  no  philosopher,  had  observed  this.  So  it  came 
to  pass  that  he  went  hunting  one  spring  morning  in  1780,  and 
killed  a  fine  deer.  It  was  necessary  to  procure  a  horse  to  trans- 
port the  game.  Five  Indians  happened  to  find  the  fallen  buck, 
understood  the  situation,  and,  from  a  neighboring  thicket  pre- 
pared a  reception  for  the  hunter.  Presently  McConnel,  care- 
less of  danger  and  chuckling  over  his  good  luck,  appeared  on 


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his  horse.  The  Indians  fired,  killed  the  horse,  but  not  the 
rider,  and  took  the  latter  captive. 

His  captors  turned  out  to  be  jolly  fellows,  in  spite  of  the  deep 
melancholy  which  is  supposed  to  haunt  the  heart  of  the  savage. 
They  let  McConnel  have  his  gun,  and  he  chimed  in  with  the 
fun  by  killing  game  for  them  with  fancy  shots.  About  the 
fourth  evening  the  travelers  encamped  on  the  shore  of  the  Ohio. 
McConnel  concluded  the  fun  had  gone  far  enough.  He  resolved 
to  escape  before  they  crossed  the  river.  He  complained  that 
the  cords  with  which  they  tied  him  at  night  were  painful. 
Being  polite  gentlemen,  they  tied  him  loosely,  passed  the  ends 
of  the  buffalo  tug  around  their  own  bodies,  and  went  to  sleep. 
McConnel  lay  quiet  till  midnight. 

Then  he  made  his  right  hand  as  small  as  possible,  and  tried 
to  draw  it  out  of  the  loop.  Impossible  !  He  tried  the  left  hand 
with  the  same  result.  He  attempted  to  reach  the  knot  with  his 
mouth.  It  could  not  be  done.  Heretofore  he  had  borne  his 
light  captivity  with  considerable  resignation.  Now  he  became 
frantic.  His  veins  grew  swollen  with  rage.  He  strained  and 
pulled  with  the  energy  of  despair.  Useless !  He  thought  of 
his  home,  of  perpetual  captivity,  of  a  death  by  torture,  of 
suicide. 

As  he  lay  almost  bursting  with  fury,  something  on  the 
ground,  glittering  in  the  firelight,  caught  his  eye.  He  studied 
it  attentively.  At  last  he  made  it  out.  It  was  a  knife.  How 
could  he  reach  it  ?  He  could  not  move  his  hands  two  inches 
without  w^aking  his  sleeping  guards.  It  lay  nearly  two  yards 
from  his  feet.  He  commenced  to  slowly  move  his  body  toward 
the  foot  of  his  rude  pallet,  under  the  cover  of  buffalo  skin.  As 
this  singular  movement  continued,  he  gradually  drew^  his  hands 
upward,  leaving  them  in  the  same  relative  position.  Now  they 
were  over  his  face,  now  above  his  head  ;  now  stretched  at  full 
length  toward  the  head  of  the  bed.  His  head  was  covered  with 
the  buffalo  robe.  It  could  no  longer  be  lifted.  I^nnble  to  see 
the  knife  he  sought  it  with  his  foot.    He  felt  eveiy where  for 


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it.  He  could  not  find  it.  With  his  great  toe  he  made  a  mark 
in  the  ground.  Then  he  drew  himself  up.  He  raised  his  head. 
The  knife  was  there.  The  mark  made  by  his  toe  was  eleven 
inches  this  side  of  it.  Eleven  inches  between  liberty  and  a 
death  by  torture  ! 

McConnel  thought.  In  a  little  while  he  commenced  moving 
his  head  from  side  to  side.  At  each  movement  he  seized  the 
edge  of  the  buffalo  skin  in  his  teeth  and  dragged  it  a  little. 
Presently  the  skin  was  partially  pulled  off  the  savage  on  the 
right.  He  got  cold.  He  turned  over  in  his  sleep  to  warm  his 
cold  side.  This  threw  him  much  nearer  McConnel.  But  it 
also  gave  considerable  play  to  the  prisoner's  hands.  Again 
the  latter  cautiously  wriggled  toward  the  foot.  Again  he 
extended  his  hands  above  his  head.  Again  the  foot  sought 
for  the  precious  knife. 

It  was  reached,  grasped  firmly  between  the  toes,  and  drawn 
upward.  In  a  moment  McConnel  had  it  in  his  hand  and  sev- 
ered his  bonds.  He  rose.  Instead  of  fleeing,  he  deliberately 
sat  down  by  the  fire.  Strange  conduct  for  a  fugitive  !  Too 
well  he  knew  that  to  fly  without  killing  his  captors  meant  cer- 
tain pursuit  and  recapture.  The  trail  he  would  leave  would  be 
as  plain  to  their  eyes  as  a  ^jlow  furrow.  He  might  succeed  in 
cutting  the  throats  of  one  or  two.  But  the  death  rattle  must 
rouse  the  rest. 

At  last  he  took  all  but  two  of  the  guns  of  the  savages  and 
hid  them  in  the  forest.  Of  the  two  he  carefully  examined  the 
loads.  They  appeared  satisfactory,  for  he  noiselessly  laid  the 
barrels  across  a  log,  and  aimed  each  at  a  savage.  The  flicker- 
ing light  of  the  camp  fire  revealed  his  calm  but  determined  face. 
Bang !  Bang !  The  guns  were  fired  almost  simultaneously,  kill- 
ing two  of  the  savages  outright.  At  the  report  the  other  three 
sprang  to  their  feet.  McConnel  rushed  instantly  to  the  spot 
where  he  had  hid  the  guns.  As  his  enemies  bounded  towards 
him,  he  fired  again.  The  ball  passed  through  the  body  of  the 
foremost  Indian  and  wounded  the  one  behind  him.    The  fifth 


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and  last  sava.ge  instantly  fled,  McConnei  ('liil»bed  the  wounded 
brave,  shouldered  his  gun.  and  made  his  way  home  in  safety. 

The  surviving  Indian  paused  not  till  he  reached  his  people. 
Among  them  was  a  white  captive,  Mrs.  Dunlap.  Afterward 
she  escaped,  and  told  McConnei  of  this  Indian's  account  of  the 
affair  to  his  people.  He  related  that  he  and  his  companions  had 
captured  a  fine  young  hunter  at  Lexington,  and  had  brought  him 
as  far  as  the  Ohio;  that,  while  there  encamped,  a  large  party  of 
white  men  had  fallen  upon  them  in  the  night,  and  killed  all  his 
companions,  together  with  the  defenseless  prisoner,  who  lay 
bound  hand  and  foot,  unable  either  to  escape  or  resist. 

A  RACE  FOR  LIFE. 

One  July  evening  in  1781,  as  the  tired  harvesters  of  what 
is  Hardin  County,  Kentucky,  were  trudging  to  their,  cabins,  a 
war  party  of  Indians  burst  into  the  settlement  with  wild  yells, 
murdered  no  less  than  twelve  persons,  and  withdrew  as  swiftly 
as  they  came.  The  stricken  pioneers  started  in  pursuit.  In 
their  party  was  Peter  Kennedy,  a  young  Indian  fighter,  known 
as  the  swiftest  runner  in  Kentucky.  This  talent  caused  him  to 
be  looked  on  as  a  very  brilliant  fellow.  In  the  fury  of  pursuit 
the  settlers  ran  into  an  ambuscade.  Better  had  it  been  for  the 
anxious  women  and  children,  left  behind  in  the  cabins,  if  the 
brave  ones  had  never  gone  from  them.  The  savages  fired  from 
ambush,  killing  every  white  except  Kennedy.  He  jumped 
behind  a  tree.  As  an  Indian  ran  at  him  with  uplifted  toma- 
hawk, the  runner  fired,  killed  the  savage,  and  ran.  Nine  rifles 
were  discharged.  A  ball  in  his  leg  disabled  him.  It  also  cost 
him  two  years'  captivity  in  the  wigwams  along  the  Wabash  River 
in  Indiana. 

The  time  came  at  last  when  his  wound  healed  and  his  cap- 
tors were  ofl"  their  g/iard.  He  made  his  way  to  the  Ohio  River, 
built  a  raft,  and  crossed  it.  He  felt  pretty  safe.  A  fat  deer 
was  shot  by  him,  and,  building  a  fire,  he  proceeded  to  roast  a 
delicious  haunch  of  venison.    The  savory  roast  was  just  done, 


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and  the  hungry  man  was  putting  the  first  rare  morsel  to  his 
lips,  when  a  rifle  was  fired  from  the  thicket,  and  Kennedy  felt  a 
sharp  sting  on  his  leg.  Hurt,  but  not  disabled,  he  seized  his  gun 
and  started  at  the  top  of  his  speed  for  the  mountains.  Thirty 
miles  away  was  Gooden's  Station.    That  point  he  must  make. 

The  Indians  started  in  hot  pursuit.  Now  Kennedy  sum- 
moned to  his  aid  all  the  skill  and  endurance  which  had  won  his 
fame  as  a  runner.  Up-hill,  down-hill,  through  underbrush,  over 
fallen  logs,  across  stony  ground,  and  in  the  midst  of  quagmires, 
he  sped  like  an  arrow.  He  gained  on  his  pursuers.  At  the 
end  of  five  miles  he  was  ouc  of  gun-shot.  But  still  they  fol- 
lowed. At  the  end  of  ten  miles  the  perspiration  streamed  from 
his  brow.  His  face  and  neck  were  swollen  till  the  blood  seemed 
ready  to  burst  forth.  Still  he  ran  on  without  the  least  abate- 
ment of  speed.  Fifteen  miles  were  accomplished.  He  found 
himself  at  the  summit  of  a  ridge  of  hills,  near  Rolling  Fort. 
He  paused  for  a  moment.  The  pursuers  were  no  longer  in 
sight.  He  leaned  against  a  tree  for  a  whole  minute.  This 
seemed  to  refresh  him  immensely. 

With  redoubled  speed  he  bounded  down  the  rugged  hillside, 
leaping  from  rock  to  rock^  momentarily  planting  his  flying  feet 
on  spots  which  seemed  to  furnish  no  foothold.  A  vast  plain 
was  before  him.  He  was  a  mile  from  the  ridge  before  he  heard 
the  yells  of  his  pursuers.  He  looked  over  his  shoulder.  They 
had  paused  on  the  summit.  At  the  moment  Kennedy  saw  the 
Indians  they  caught  sight  of  him.  Far  away  on  the  hill-top  he 
saw  their  gestures  of  rage  outlined  against  the  sky.  Suddenly 
they  leaped  down  the  slope  as  he  had  done. 

Kennedy  redoubled  his  exertions.  Mile  after  mile  was 
accomplished.  Hour  after  hour  he  maintained  his  terrific  speed. 
At  times  he  could  see  his  pursuers  crossing  the  open  country 
two  miles  behind  him.  Once,  losing  sight  of  them,  he  thought 
the  pursuit  was  abandoned.  He  threw  himself  on  the  ground. 
His  limbs  trembled  violently.  His  chest  heaved  up  and  down 
in  convulsive  respiration.    In  a  moment  more  stupor  would 


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have  seized  hini.  Just  then  the  wind  bore  to  his  ears  a  faint 
yell.  They  were  still  after  hiui,  only  much  nearer.  He  had 
not  been  able  for  an  hour  to  hear  their  voices. 

Once  more  he  started.  The  speed  was  no  longer  so  great. 
His  gate  was  stumbling  and  irregular.  Twice  he  fell  headlong 
over  trifling  obstacles.  But  he  was  nearing  his  goal.  Twenty- 
five  miles  were  completed.  Kennedy  again  lost  sight  and  sound 
of  his  pursuers.  Twenty-six  miles — they  were  hopelessly  in 
the  rear.  Twenty-seven  miles — the  flaming  disk  of  the  after- 
noon sun  sank  behind  the  tree-tops.  Twenty-eight  miles — Ken- 
nedy felt  he  had  won  the  race.  Thirty  miles — and  he  sank 
exhausted,  but  victorious,  on  the  floor  of  the  fort.  He  gasped 
out  an  explanation.  A  party  was  organized.  Almost  within 
gunshot  of  the  fort  lay  the  savages.  When  discovered,  they 
tried  to  run.  Bui  tlieir  strength  was  exhausted.  They  had 
run  their  race  only  to  meet  death  at  the  end. 

It  was  several  weeks  before  Kenned}^  recovered  from 
the  effects  of  his  fearful  exertions.  His  race  is  without  parallel 
in  frontier  chronicles. 

A  FIGHT  IN  A  FOG. 

Bryant's  Station  was  a  fort.  It  was  on  the  bank  of  the 
Elkhorn  Creek,  between  Lexington  and  Maysville,  Kentucky. 
Being  exposed  and  liable  to  frequent  attack,  it  was  strongly 
built,  containing  forty  cabins,  in  parallel  rows,  connected  by 
heavy  palisades.  From  this  shelter  no  man  dared  to  venture 
alone.  The  garrison  of  fifty  men  required  food.  But  the  hunt- 
ing parties  never  went  out  with  less  than  twenty  men. 

It  was  in  May,  1781,  that  such  a  party  sallied  forth,  under 
command  of  William  Bryant.  The  men  picked  their  way 
cautiously  through  the  overhanging  branches  of  the  forest.  No 
enemy  was  seen.  A  ravine,  which  had  been  the  site  of  many 
a  bloody  ambuscade,  was  passed  in  peace.  What  reason  was 
there  for  further  caution  ?  Why  not  divide  the  party,  sweep  a 
large  tract  of  country,  and  gather  a  heavy  supply  of  game 


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while  they  had  the  opportunity  ?  Ten  men,  under  James 
Hogan,  took  the  north  bank  of  the  creek  and  Bryant  the  south 
bank.  They  were  to  meet  and  join  camps  at  night-fall.  Hogan's 
men  were  proceeding  on  their  way,  when  they  were  startled  by 
a  loud  cry  of  Stop  I"  in  good  English.  In  their  rear  a  party 
of  Indians  was  to  be  seen  in  rapid  advance. 

The  whites  at  once  turned  loose  a  pack-horse,  put  spurs  to 
their  animals,  and.  galloped  into  the  foi'est  at  a  break  neck  speed. 
After  a  run  of  several  miles  the}^  reined  in,  and  held  a  hurried 
consultation.  That  their  flight  had  been  premature  was  evident. 
The  strength  of  the  attacking  party  was  unknown  =  Bryant's 
men  might  be  in  great  peril.  To  cross  the  creek,  and  lie  in 
ambush  till  the  Indians  came  along,  learn  their  numbers,  then 
either  fight,  join  Bryant,  or  fly  to  the  fort  in  case  of  overwhelm- 
ing force,  seemed  the  best  way  to  remedy  the  mistake.  It 
was  three  hours  before  the  crunching  of  twigs  across  the  creek 
announced  the  footsteps  of  the  enemy. 

It  was  already  night.  The  starlight  rei'ealed  an  Indian 
starting  to  cross  the  stream.  Hogan  fired.  There  was  a  yell, 
and  a  mighty  splash  of  waters.  The  bullet  had  made  its  home 
in  his  heart.  At  once  all  became  still.  After  an  hour's  wait- 
ing, the  hunters  mountecf  and  made  their  way  to  the  fort. 
Bryant  and  his  little  company  were  still  out.  Long  before  day- 
light, Hogan  and  his  men,  ashamed  at  their  flight  and  anxious 
about  Bryant,  started  once  more  down  the  creek  to  join  him. 
The  morning  was  very  foggy.  Objects  were  invisible  at  a  dis- 
tance of  ten  feet. 

While  they  were  thus  on  their  way,  Bryant  met  with  a  sad 
disaster.  He  had  gone  into  camp  the  night  before  at  the 
appointed  time,  but  Hogan  came  not.  The  men  prepared  and 
ate  their  supper.  They  sat  around  the  camp  fire,  speculating 
anxiously  on  his  absence.  Usually,  these  hunting  parties  were 
jolly  crowds.  The  evenings  in  camp  were  filled  with  rough  fun 
and  jokes.  But  On  this  evening  the  men  were  in  no  humor  for 
levity.    The  horses  were  picketed  more  closely  than  usual. 


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The  men  grouped  themselves  in  a  narrower  circle.  They  talked 
in  anxious  whispers.  A  dozen  times  Bryant  left  the  circle  and 
went  out  into  the  forest  to  listen  for  Hogan's  approach.  As 
many  times  he  returned  with  his  anxiety  unallayed.  It  was  far 
in  the  ni^ht  before  the  men  rolled  themselves  in  their  buffalo 
robes  for  sleep. 

The  night  passed  uneasily.  In  the  morning  the  men  rose, 
were  preparing  breakfast.  Just  then  the  faint  tinkle  of  a 
l>ell  was  heard  through  the  fog.  Every  one  listened.  In  a  few 
moments  it  was  heard  again.  This  time  Bryant  recognized  it. 
It  was  the  bell  of  Hogan's  pack-horse.  Believing  Hogan  to 
ha\'e  missed  the  camp  and  to  be  wandering  in  the  fog,  Bryant 
and  Grant  mounted  their  horses  and  rode  to  the  spot  where  the 
bell  was  still  giving  irregular  tinkles.  Just  as  they  had  about 
reached  it,  a  dozen  Indians  started  up  in  the  fog  and  fired. 
Both  men  were  wounded,  Bryant  mortally.  The  bell  was  the 
bell  from  Hogan's  pack-horse,  which  the  Indians  had  captured. 
But  instead  of  being  on  the  horse's  neck,  the  bell  was  held  by 
a  savage,  and  shaken  slightly  from  time  to  time.  Both  men 
retained  their  seats  and  managed  to  make  their  way  to  the 
fort,  where  Bryant  shortly  expired. 

The  Indians  at  once  charged  on  the  camp,  killed  some,  and 
dispersed  the  rest.  They  proceeded  to  occupy  the  camp,  and 
lounged  about  the  fire,  smoking  their  tobacco.  At  this  moment 
Hogan's  party  rode  upon  them,  unseen  in  the  fog.  The  surjDrise 
was  equal.  Each  side  sought  shelter,  and  a  sharp  battle  was 
fought,  lasting  half  an  hour,  at  the  end  of  which  time  the 
Indians  fled,  leaving  several  dead  behind  them.  The  camp 
trappings  of  Bryant's  party  were  found  by  Hogan  in  the  camp. 
His  suspicions  were  at  once  aroused  concerning  the  f^ite  of  their 
owners.  After  a  vain  search  for  them,  he  and  his  men  sadly 
returned  to  the  fort,  to  find  their  Avorst  apprehensions  realized. 
Bryant,  the  leader  of  the  fort,  the  man  for  whom  it  was  named, 
the  hero  of  a  hundred  fights,  was  lying  cohl  in  death  amid  the 
corpses  of  the  men  who  fell  in.  the  same  attack..   


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A  SETTLEE'S  SELF-DEFEXSE. 

Not  in  Kentucky  alone,  but  throughout  the  length  of  the 
Ohio  valley,  raged  the  conflict  with  the  red  man.  DaA'id  Mor- 
gan occupied  a  cabin  on  the  Monongahela  River,  several  miles 
from  the  nearest  neighbor.  He  was  seventy  }'ears  of  age,  but 
still  braved  the  dangers  of  his  situation. 

One  morning  two  of  hi:-  younger  chihlren  went  to  plow  a 
field  a  mile  awa\'  iVum  the  cabin.  Alorgau  became  uneasy  from 
some  cause,  and  talviug  his  trusty  rifle,  determined  to  go  to 
them.  He  found  th(i  boys  all  I'iglit.  Taking  a  seat  on  the  top 
rail  of  the  worm  fence,  he  was  gi\-ing  some  directions  about  the 
work,  when  he  siid<lcnl\'  Ijccamc  aware  of  the  fact  that  he  and 
his  children  were  n(tt  alone.  In  the  edge  of  the  forest  he  per- 
ceived two  Indians  gliding  stealtliily  and  rapidly  upon  the  boys. 
Morgan  called  to  the  latter  to  fly  to  the  house.  For  himself,  he 
determined  to  cover  their  retreat.  The  children,  having  two 
hundred  yards  the  start,  and  being  fleet  runners,  were  soon  out 
of  reach. 

The  old  man  also  ran  with  considerable  activity  for  a  short 
distance,  but  as  his  strength  failed,  his  pursuers  gained  on  him. 
He  turned  at  bay,  to  contend  with  the  two  powerful  and  well- 
armed  savages.  The  woods  were  thin.  Morgan  planted  him- 
self behind  the  only  large  tree  in  the  locality.  His  pursuers 
instantly  sought  cover  behind  some  saplings,  but  old  Morgan, 
seeing  a  little  of  the  person  of  the  nearest  savage  exposed,  fired 
with  unerring  skill  and  killed  him.  The  other  Indian  at  once 
rushed  on  Morgan,  whose  gun  was  of  course  empty.  The  lat- 
ter ran,  but  in  a  moment  his  pursuer,  less  than  twenty  steps 
behind  him,  fired.  By  great  fortune,  the  ball  missed  its  mark. 
Morgan  again  turned  at  l)a}'.  clubbing  his  musket,  while  the 
Indian  raised  his  tomahawk.  Both  blows  took  effect,  the  gun 
stock  being  broken  on  the  Indian's  skull,  and  the  tomahawk, 
shattered  by  striking  the  gun-barrel,  having  cut  off  two  of 
Morgan's  fingers.  The  savage  reached  for  his  knife,  but  the 
old  man  grappled  with  him,  hurling  him  to  the  ground. 


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An  awful  struggle  took  place,  but  the  youth  and  superior 
strength  of  the  Indian  availed  to  turn  Morgan.  The  savage 
planted  his  knee  on  his  opponent's  breast,  and  again  reached 
for  his  knife.  Again  his  luck  turned.  He  had  lately  stolen  a 
woman's  apron.  It  was  tied  around  his  waist,  covering  the 
knife  handle,  so  he  could  not  readily  get  at  it.  Old  Morgan, 
however,  was  game  to  the  last.  He  managed  to  get  one  of  the 
savage's  fingers  between  his  teeth.  This  maneuver  caused  the 
Indian  to  howl  with  rage,  and  struggle  furiously  to  get  loose, 
but  Morgan's  jaws  were  locked  on  that  linger  with  the  grip  of 
a  steel  vise. 

Seizing  his  little  advantage,  Morgan  reached  for  the  Indian's 
knife  himself.  Both  grasped  it  at  the  same  instant,  Morgan 
getting  a  small  grip  on  the  handle,  the  savage  a  better  one  on 
the  blade.  At  this  juncture,  Morgan  gave  the  finger  a  terrific 
bite,  and  with  swift  dexterity  twitched  the  knife  out  of  his 
adversary's  hand.  Quick  as  thought  he  plunged  it  into  the 
Indian's  side,  then  into  his  stomach,  blade,  handle,  and  all.  The 
latter  fell  over  on  his  side. 

Old  Morgan  rose,  greatly  exhausted  by  the  exertion  and 
excitement  of  the  struggle,  and  feebly  made  his  way  home.  A 
party  of  neighbors  was  raised  within  an  hour  or  two,  who  found 
that  the  old  man's  antagonist  had  crawled  some  little  distance 
to  a  clump  of  bushes.  When  discovered,  he  held  out  his  hand, 
and  feebly  uttered  "  Brothers  ! "  The  whites,  however,  failed  to 
acknowledge  this  claim  of  relationship.  He  was  killed,  scalped, 
and  skinned,  the  hide  being  tanned  by  the  settlers  for  bul- 
let-pouches. 

AN  AMERICAN  MEG  MERRILES. 

The  genius  of  Walter  Scott  has  immortalized  the  character 
of  old  Meg  Merriles  throughout  the  world.  Her  character  was 
drawn  from  life,  the  original  being  a  certain  Jean  Gordon,  a 
famous  gypsy  of  the  Scottish  border.  Great  novelists  must 
have  appropriate  subject-matter  on  which  to  base  their  stories. 
The  border  lore  and  legendry  from  which  Scott  drew  his  treas- 


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ure,  is  popularly  supposed  to  be  unparalleled.  Nowhere  is  the 
error  of  this  notion,  to  which  we  have  called  attention  in  our 
preface,  better  shown  than  in  the  fact  that  in  the  conflict  of  the 
Ohio  valley,  there  arose  a  woman,  if  such  she  might  be  called, 
more  remarkable  in  career,  more  strange  and  wild  in  character, 
than  Jean  Gordon  ever  was,  "  Mad  Ann  Bailey,"  as  she  was 
known  among  the  settlers,  though  of  vastly  different  origin  and 
surroundings,  bears  a  general  resemblance  to  the  immortal  Meg 
Merriles  of  "  Guy  Mannering." 

The  strange  creature  of  whom  Ave  write  was  born  in  Liver= 
pool,  England,  about  1750.  Her  maiden  name  was  Hennis;  her 
husband  being  Richard  Trotter.  Along  with  other  adventurous 
spirits  of  the  time,  she  and  her  husband  emigrated  to  America, 
and,  as  if  by  instinct,  sought  the  perils  and  excitement  of  bor- 
der life.  Trotter  was  an  Indian  fighter.  He  became  a  volun- 
teer in  Dunmore's  war,  and  was  killed  in  the  bloody  battle  of 
Point  Pleasant.  From  that  day  his  widow  lead  that  strange 
career  which  spread  her  name  far  and  wide  through  the  bor- 
der settlements,  and  which  will  perpetuate  it  so  long  as  the 
stories  of  the  border  struggles  are  read  among  men. 

Thenceforth  she  followed  but  one  pursuit — that  of  fighting 
the  Indians.  She  unsexed  herself,  wore  men's  clothes,  and 
instead  of  household  tasks,  she  took  upon  herself  the  toilsome 
life  of  a  scout.  She  became  a  dead-shot  with  a  rifle.  She 
learned  to  throw  the  tomahawk  with  all  the  accurac}'  and 
strength  of  an  Indian  warrior.  As  a  hunter,  she  had  no  supe- 
rior on  the  border.  Wherever  prizes  were  offered  in  contests  in 
rifle  shooting,  tomahawk  throwing,  or  other  athletic  sports,  far 
or  near  along  the  border,  this  strange  and  solitary  woman 
always  appeared  at  the  last  moment  as  a  contestant,  and  carried 
off  the  prize.  She  rode  a  powerful  black  horse,  called  Liver- 
pool," after  her  birthplace.  It  was  the  only  living  creature  she 
loved.    Her  horse  and  rifle  were  her  constant  companions.  • 

She  spent  her  time  as  other  scouts,  roaming  the  forests  in 
search  of  game,  or  stealthily  watching  in  ambush  for  some  wan- 


CAPTURE  OF  DAVID  MORGAN'S  ASSAILANT. 


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THE  CONFLICT  IX  THE  OHIO  VALLEY 


2sS 


dering  Indian.  Amid  storms  of  rain  and  sleet,  beset  by  the 
rigors  of  winter,  followed  by  wild  beasts,  or  pursued  by  Indians, 
her  immense  frame  of  iron  strength  knew  no  fatigue,  her  rest- 
less rancor  no  slumber.  As  she  bestrode  her  horse,  her  male 
attire,  her  weather-beaten  feattires.  her  black,  wiry  hair,  cut 
short  in  mens  fashion,  her  cold,  gray  eyes  and  grating  voice, 
her  rifle  easily  thrown  over  her  shoulder,  revealed  the  Amazox. 
No  service  in  behalf  of  the  .-ettlers  was  too  arduous,  no  mode 
of  injury  to  the  savages  too  cruel  or  blo(id\'  for  her  fierce  zeal. 

The  story  of  one  incident  has  come  down  to  tis.  She 
was  making  her  head-(£uarters  at  Charleston  Fort,  in  West  Vir- 
gini;u  when  the  fort  was  besieged  by  an  overwhehning  force  of 
Indians.  Unaljle  to  subdue  it  by  force,  the  besiegers  tmdertook 
to  reduce  it  by  famine.  The  brave  pioneers  defended  it  reso- 
lutely until  their  hearts  were  chilled  to  find  the  supph'  of 
ammunitiun  nearly  exhausted.  •  The  nearest  point  from  which 
supplies  could  be  had  was  more  than  a  hundred  miles  away. 
The  wjiy  lay  through  dense  forests,  bottomless  morasses,  vast 
ranges  of  mountains,  terrible  precipices,  and  rushing  rivers. 
Worse  than  all  this,  the  whole  country  was  overrun  with  war- 
parties  of  savages.  Great  as  was  the  peril  of  the  fort,  great  as 
was  the  peril  of  the  journey,  this  bold  woman  alone  would 
undertake  the  task  of  procuring  supplies.  Avoiding  all  trails, 
roads,  and  regular  passes,  she  took  her  way  directly  across  the 
mountains  of  West  Viririnia  for  more  than  a  hundred  miles. 

Pveaching  her  destination  in  safety,  she  proctired  lead  and 
gtmpowder.  loaded  it  on  a  pack-horse,  and  commenced  the  fear- 
ful return  journey.  Followed  by  raving  packs  of  wolves,  at 
every  step  beset  by  hissing  serpents  which  still  infest  the  mount- 
ains of  Virginia,  discovered  and  pursued  by  Indians,  hardly 
daring  to  sleep  a  moment,  she  recrossed  the  mountains  by  a 
different  route,  swam  her  two  beasts  across  foaming  motintain 
torrents,  and,  after  exposure  to  every  conceivable  peril,  and 
escape  from  all.  delivered  her  precious  load  to  the  beleaguered 
garrison.    This  service  became  famous  throughout  the  border. 


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On  her  return  she  again  took  her  place  among  the  resolute 
defenders  of  the  fort,  doing  guard  duty,  or  sharing  in  the  fray 
of  every  attack.     .  - 

At  some  period  in  her  career,  this  strange,  unsexed  creature, 
with  her  disordered  intellect,  was  actually  wooed  and  won  by  a 
man  named  Bailey,  but  this  marriage  made  no  change  in  her  life, 
except  that,  instead  of  being  known  as  Mad  Ann,"  she  was 
thereafter  "  Mad  Ann  Bailey."  Her  numerous  services  to  the 
settlers  caused  her  to  be  as  much  loved  by  the  whites  as  she  was 
feared  and  hated  by  the  Indians,  In  the  latter  part  of  her  life, 
when  times  had  become  more  settled,  she  used  at  times  to 
visit  the  families  she  had  known  and  served  in  her  earlier 
years.  From  such  visits  she  never  failed  to  return  laden  down 
with  presents. 

THE  GKEAT  FIGHT  OF  POE  AND  BIG  FOOT, 

"No  man  ever  took  more  satisfaction  in  hunting  deer,  bear, 
wolves,  and  buffalo  than  I  have,  but  the  greatest  enjoyment  I 
ever  took  was  in  hunting  Indians.'*  The  speaker  was  an  old 
man,  of  gigantic  frame  and  shrunken  muscles.  He  sat  by  an 
open  fire-place,  with  its  great  andirons  and  blazing  back-logs. 
Around  him  sat  a  group  of  younger  people,  his  family  and 
friends.  A  hush  was  upon  the  little  circle.  The  old  man  was 
still  quivering  with  excitement,  as  if  he  had  gone  through  some 
violent  exertion  far  beyond  his  strength.  He  had  sat  silent  for 
a  few  moments,  as  if  recovering  his  breath,  and  then  uttered  the 
sentence  given  above. 

The  old  man  was  Andrew  Poe,  a  man  whose  name  was 
known  in  every  cabin  in  the  Ohio  valley  during  the  twenty 
years'  conflict.  His  excitement  and  apparent  exhaustion  had  it 
cause.  He  had  just  been  relating  to  the  company  for  the  hun- 
dredth time  the  thrilling  story  of  his  fight  with  Big  Foot.  As 
he  set  himself  afloat  in  the  current  of  the  story,  he  illustrated 
it  by  action.  He  went  through  all  the  fury  and  effort  of  a 
death-struggle  with  an  imaginary  adversary.    Not  a  detail  of 


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28b 


the  fight  had  been  omitted.  With  flashing  eye,  tense  and 
knotted  muscles,  almost  choked  with  frothing  rage,  he  had 
re-enacted  the  scene  with  all  the  spirit  of  the  original  conflict^ 
for  the  benefit  of  the  little  group. 

We  have  entered  the  room  too  late  to  hear  the  old  man  tell 
.  it  himself,  too  late  to  see  him  reproduce  the  conflict  in  all  its 
vividness.  All  we  can  do  is  to  learn  the  story  from  others  who 
heard  old  Poe  relate  it. 

In  1781,  there  stood  on  Harmon's  Creek,  twelve  miles  back 
from  the  Ohio  River,  in  what  is  Washington  County,  Pennsyl- 
vania, a  small  settlement  of  white  people. 

Among  the  settlers  were  two  brothers,  Andrew  Poe,  then 
thirty-nine  years  of  age,  and  his  brother  Adam,  six  years 
younger.  The  elder  was  a  man  of  large  build  and  splendid 
muscular  development.  He  and  his  brother  were  both  Indian 
fighters,  and  were  looked  on  as  the  chief  defenders  of  the  set- 
tlement. Andrew,  especially,  by  reason  of  his  great  strength, 
his  matchless  agility,  and  rare  courage,  was  the  pride  of  the 
valley.  In  the  spring  of  the  year  of  which  we  write,  the  set- 
tlement, in  common  with  the  rest  of  the  valley,  had  suffered 
heavily  from  Indian  attacks.  On  one  occasion,  while  the  Poes 
and  their  nearest  neighbor,  Kennedy,  were  off  on  a  scout,  a 
party  of  Indians  had  burst  into  Kennedy's  house,  and  murdered 
his  young  wife  and  child. 

A  short  time  afterwards,  probably  in  June,  a  band  of  seven 
bloody  Wyandots  stole  into  the  settlement  at  midnight,  broke 
into  a  lonely  cabin,  in  which  lived  William  Jackson,  all  alone. 
He  was  an  old  man,  sixty  years  of  age.  Having  made 
Jackson  a  captive,  they  attempted  to  enter  another  house,  but 
aroused  the  inmates,  who  gave  the  alarm.  The  seven  Indians 
made  off  with  their  prisoner.  The  men  of  the  settlement  were 
quickly  collected.    Jackson  was  discovered  to  be  missing. 

Arrangements  were  made  for  pursuit.  In  the  morning,  as 
soon  as  it  was  light  enough  to  see  the  trail  of  the  marauders, 
which  was  tolerably  distinct  in  the  high  dewy  grass,  the  settlers 


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set  out  to  save  their  friend.  Twelve  of  them  rode  at  full  speed 
toward  the  river.  At  the  top  of  a  steep  descent  to  the  river, 
down  which  the  trail  led,  the  horses  were  hitched,  and  the  men 
pressed  forward  on  foot.  At  the  foot  of  the  hill  the  trail  turned 
down  the  river.  It  led  across  a  shallow  rivulet  that  entered  the 
Ohio.  The  waters  of  the  stream  were  muddied.  They  had 
been  recently  disturbed.  Andrew  Poe  called  the  attention  of 
the  men  to  it,  as  a  suggestion  that  the  game  was  near.  He  had 
been  convinced  by  the  indications  of  the  trail  that  the  Indians 
were  led  by  a  person  no  less  distinguished  than  the  renowned 
"Big  Foot,"  chief  of  the  Wyandots,  so  called  from  the  size  of 
his  feet,  which,  however,  were  not  out  of  proportion  to  his 
immense  stature  and  Herculean  proportions. 

Poe  was  not  unwilling  to  measure  his  strength  with  such  a 
famous  adversary,  should  opportunity  occur.  For  some  reason, 
after  crossing  the  rivulet,  while  the  others  followed  the  trail 
leading  away  from  the  river  bank,  Poe  turned  to  his  light,  and 
kept  on  alone  through  some  heavy  willows  along  the  shore. 
Suddenly  he  discovered,  about  twelve  feet  below  him  on  the 
slope  toward  the  water,  two  Indians,  crouching  behind  a  small 
bluff  or  elevation  in  the  river  bank.  They  had  guns  cocked 
and  were  looking  intently  tow^ards  a  spot  from  which  they  had 
heard  a  noise.  One  Indian  was  of  enormous  size,  and  Poe  at 
once  conjectured  that  he  was  no  other  than  Big  Foot.  The 
other,  though  smaller,  was  fully  the  equal  of  Poe,  who  was 
himself  the  boast  of  the  settlements. 

To  take  in  the  situation  at  a  glance,  to  level  his  gun  at  the 
breast  of  Big  Foot,  and  draw  the  trigger  was  the  work  of  an 
instant.  But  the  much  vaunted  weapons  of  the  pioneers  were 
clumsy  affairs  to  those  of  to-day. ,  The  gun  missed  fire.  The 
Indians  yelled.  Poe  hastily  drew  back  into  the  bushes.  Just 
then  the  rest  of  the  party  had  overtaken  the  other  five  Indians 
a  hundred  yards  down  the  river.  The  shots  momentarily 
attracted  the  attention  of  Poe's  adversaries.  He  a  second  time 
attempted  to  fire.  ^ 


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287 


A  second  time,  as  if  reluctant  for  its  task,  the  gun  missed 
fire.  Poe  flung  it  down,  boldly  jumped  over  the  bluff,  throw- 
ing one  arm  around  Big  Foot's  neck,  and  the  other  around  his 
companion,  throwing  both  to  the  ground  by  his  weight  and 
momentum.  Big  Foot  fell  on  his  back,  with  Poe  on  top  of  him, 
on  his  left  side,  his  left  arm  around  the  Indian's  neck.  The 
smaller  Indian  fell  to  the  right  of  the  other  two,  but  with 
his  head  caught  in  the  vise-like  grip  of  Poe's  right  upper  arm 
and  side.  From  this  embarrassing  situation  the  smaller  savage 
struggled  to  withdraw  his  head,  but  in  vain. 

Poe  felt  that  in  order  to  save  his  life  he  must  kill  one  of  his 
opponents,  before  either  disengaged  himself  from  him.  If  one 
of  them  should  get  free  while  he  still  held  down  the  other,  he 
saw  little  hope.  To  kill  Big  Foot,  however,  he  must  get  at  his 
knife.  This  was  in  its  scabbard,  pressed  tightly  between  his 
left  side  and  Big  Foot's  body.  Nor  could  he  use  more  than  his 
fore  right  arm  in  his  effort  to  disengage  it.  He  pulled  and 
tugged  frenziedly  to  get  the  knife  out,  but  Big  Foot's  hand  was 
also  on  it.  While  Poe  and  his  larger  antagonist  tugged  at  the 
knife,  the  other  lunged  and  twisted  to  free  himself.  At  last 
Poe  gave  a  furious  wrench  to  the  knife,  and  Big  Foot  suddenly 
letting  go,  the  weapon  came  out  suddenly.  Poe's  arm  pulling 
at  the  knife,  and  unexpectedly  released,  jerked  back,  releasing 
the  smaller  Indian  from  its  grip,  the  knife  at  the  same  time 
slipping  from  Poe's  fingers,  and  flying  into  the  river. 

Almost  at  the  same  moment  Big  Foot  threw  his  long  arm 
about  Poe,  and  hugged  with  all  his  strength.  The  latter  strug- 
gled to  free  himself.  The  smaller  Indian  overlooking,  or,  per- 
haps, for  fear  of  shooting  Big  Foot,  afraid  to  use  a  cocked  gun 
lying  just  at  Poe's  head,  ran  to  a  canoe,  ten  feet  away,  seized 
a  tomahawk,  and  running  back,  gave  a  terrific  hack  at  Poe's 
head.  The  latter,  how^ever,  though  still  a  prisoner  in  the  iron 
embrace  of  Big  Foot,  managed,  just  as  the  Indian  delivered  the 
stroke,  to  give  his  wrist  a  terrific  kick  with  his  right  foot,  divert- 
ing the  blow,  and  flinging  the  tomahawk  into  the  river. 


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At  this  Big  Foot  bellowed  furiously  at  his  companion  in  his 
own  tongue.  The  latter  procured  the  other  tomahawk,  and,  care- 
fully avoiding  Poe's  heels,  again  struck  at  him.  This  time  Poe 
threw  up  his  right  arm,  received  the  blow  in  his  wrist,  one  bone 
and  the  cords  of  three  fingers  being  cut,  and  the  hand  practi- 
cally disabled.  Giving  his  arm  a  jerk,  the  tomahawk,  which 
was  caught  in  the  sinews,  was  snatched  from  the  Indian's  hand, 
and  Poe  in  turn  threw  it  into  the  river. 

At  this  moment  Big  Foot's  embrace  relaxed.  Poe  tore  him- 
self loose,  snatching  up  the  cocked  gun  with  his  left  hand  as  he 
rose,  and  in  a  moment  shot  the  smaller  Indian  through  the  body. 
Just  as  the  bullet  left  the  barrel,  Big  Foot,  who  had  risen  only 
less  quickly  than  Poe,  seized  him  by  the  neck  and  leg,  and 
pitched  him  toward  the  river  as  if  he  were  a  chip.  Poe,  how- 
e\  er,  ('ould  not  be  excelled  for  activity.  Though  too  late  to 
prevent  this,  he  threw  his  left  hand  back,  caught  'the  Indians 
buckskin  breech  clout  firmly,  and,  as  he  fell,  dragged  Big  Foot 
with  him  over  the  bank  into  the  river. 

The  water  was  deep.  Each  man  struggled  with  unearthly 
fury  to  drown  the  other.  The  water  was  lashed  into  angry 
foam  by  their  conflict.  First  one  and  then  the  other  obtained 
the  advantage.  At  last,  Poe  got  his  fingers  on  the  Indian's 
scalp-lock,  and  held  him  under,  as  he  supposed,  till  he  was 
strangled.  But  the  Indian  had  deceived  him  by  keeping  quiet. 
As  Poe  let  go  the  scalp-lock  to  get  his  knife  and  end  the 
contest,  the  latter  seized  Poe,  and  in  turn  put  him  under. 

But  Poe  was  still  full  of  resources;  though  half  strangled,  he 
managed  to  struggle  toward  deeper  water.  The  current  seized 
them,  carried  both  beyond  their  depth,  and  the  Indian,  as  well 
as  Poe,  was  obliged  to  let  go  his  hold  and  swim  for  life.  There 
w^as  yet  one  loaded  gun  on  shore.  To  get  that  weapon  each 
adversary  put  forth  every  exertion.  Poor  Poe,  however,  hav- 
ing only  one  hand  to  swim  with,  saw  Big  Foot  beating  him  in 
the  race.  He  therefore  turned  again  to  mid-stream,  intending  to 
dive.    Big  Foot  gained  the  shore,  picked  up  the  loaded  gun,  but 


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in  cocking  it  broke  the  hammer.  Throwing  it  down  he  snatched 
the  empty  rifle,  and  ran  to  the  canoe  for  ammunition. 

At  this  moment  Adam  Poe  came  running  down  the  shore,  to 
find  out  what  was  the  matter.  Andrew  shouted  to  him  to 
"shoot  the  big  Indian  on  shore."  Adam's  gun  was  empty. 
Just  as  Big  Foot  was  loading  his  gun,  Adam  began  the  same 
act  with  his.  Each  felt  that  his  life  depended  on  completing 
the  charge  first.  Big  Foot  would  inevitably  have  been  ready  to 
fire  first,  had  not  another  mishap  befallen  him.  In  withdrawing 
his  ramrod  too  hastily,  it  slipped  from  his  hand.  The  time  it 
took  to  pick  it  up  gave  Adam  Poe  the  advantage.  Just  as  Big 
Foot  raised  his  gun,  Poe  fired,  and  killed  him. 

The  fight  was  ended,  but  not  its  mishaps.  Another  white 
man  following  Adam  Poe  down  the  bank,  seeing  that  the  latter 
had  shot  an  Indian  on  shore,  and  perceiving  Andrew  Poe,  with 
bloody  face,  swimming  rapidly  from  the  shore,  mistook  him  for 
an  Indian,  fired  and  shot  him  in  the  shoulder.  Adam  Poe, 
alarmed  for  his  brother,  started  to  swim  to  his  help,  but  the  lat- 
ter shouted  to  him  to  let  him  alone,  and  "scalp  the  Indian." 
Adam,  however,  refused,  thinking  more  of  his  brother's  safety 
than  of  the  trophy.  Big  Foot,  mortally  wounded,  exerted  his 
failing  strength  to  roll  himself  into  the  river  and  keep  his  tri- 
umphant antagonist  from  winning  the  glory  of  taking  Big  Foot's 
scalp.  As  the  two  brothers  started  to  the  shore,  the  swift  cur- 
rent of  the  Ohio  swept  the  body  of  Big  Foot,  scalp  and  all, 
out  of  sight. 

It  may  be  easily  understood  how  the  story  of  this  fight 
spread  throughout  the  border  settlements,  and  made  Andrew 
Poe  the  most  famous  man  in  his  part  of  the  country. 

FIVE  KENTUCKY  BOYS  AND  THEIR  PLUCK. 

It  is  easy  to  see  what  sort  of  men  the  pioneers  were.  But 
what  about  the  children?  Nothing  is  more  interesting  than  the 
influence  of  border  life  upon  boys.  There  is  something  in  it 
which  summons  forth  all  the  latent  heroism  of  the  youthful 


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heart.  We  yet  see  this  trait  in  the  boys  of  our  Middle  and 
Western  States.  Books  of  adventure,  of  pioneering,  of  Indian 
fights,  of  explorations,  form  their  chosen  literature.  No  matter 
how  quiet  and  attentive  they  may  be  in  school,  one  may  be  cer- 
tain that  stuffed  away  in  some  corner  of  their  desk  is  a  dog- 
eared book  of  adventure,  a  book  in  which  scouts  perform  impos- 
sible exploits,  in  which  one  man  whips  a  dozen  red  Indians, 
and  rescues  a  pretty  girl  whom  they  have  made  a  captive;  in 
which  abound  hair-breadth  escapes,  and  bold  adventures  of  boys 
of  their  own  age,  who  either  by  chance  or  by  choice  live  in 
that  mysterious  and  wonderful  region  known  as  the  border. 

Many  of  these  books  no  doubt  are  vicious.  We  pause  not 
to  moralize.  We  simply  call  attention  to  the  fact  that  this 
appetite  for  adventure  is  in  a  boy,  in  such  strength,  that  no 
vigilance  of  parents,  nor  instruction  of  teachers  can  prevent  him 
from  gratifying  it.  He  will  have  and  will  read  books  of  adven- 
ture— the  best,  the  worst.  "  The  Last  of  the  Mohicans,"  and 
"Long  Haired  Jack,  the  Mountain  Avenger,"  alike.  If  there  is 
a  public  library  in  the  community,  it  is  the  books  of  this  sort 
which  are  seized  and  read  wdth  appalling  voracity.  If  not,  then 
each  boy  furtively  lends  his  treasure  to  every  other  boy,  until 
the  worn  volume  has  gone  the  rounds,  whereupon,  if  no  other 
be  at  hand,  the  same  book  is  read  over  again.  Whence  comes 
this  appetite?  Is  it  not  an  inheritance  from  our  fathers  who 
fought  the  wars  of  the  real  border,  and  which  is  only  over- 
whelmed and  destroyed  by  contact  with  the  practical  side 
ef  life  ? 

Let  it  be  remembered  that  America  has  been  colonized  and 
populated  by  the  boldest  spirits  of  every  clime,  men  and  women 
who  spurned  the  quiet  comfort  of  their  homes  in  the  ''old  coun- 
try," and  chose  rather  the  excitement  and  dangers  of  the  wil- 
derness. Then  we  may  understand  how  natural  it  is  for  the 
American  boy  to  love  books  of  adventure.  Then  we  may  see 
whence  comes  that  restless  longing,  which,  unsatisfied  with  the 
quiet  life  of  home,  and  the  rigid  discipline  of  school — in  short, 


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finding  no  scope  or  outlet  in  real  life — seeks  vent  and  gratifica- 
tion in  imaginary  adventures  and  exploits. 

The  children  of  the  pioneers  were  offspring  worthy  of  their 
sires.  It  was  about  1785  that  a  group  of  five  Kentucky  boys 
afforded  a  splendid  illustration  of  this.  Colonel  Pope  was  a 
leading  citizen  in  a  settlement  near  Louisville,  Kentucky.  Feel- 
ing keenly  the  total  absence  of  educational  facilities  for  his  two 
sons  on  the  frontier,  he  employed  a  tutor  for  them.  He  gen- 
erously invited  several  of  the  neighbor's  lads  to  share  the  privi- 
leges of  instruction.  Among  them  were  two  sons  of  Colonel 
Linn,  a  famous  scout,  who  had  been  killed  by  Indians.  To 
them  Colonel  Pope  sustained  the  relation  of  guardian. 

The  little  school  had  no  session  on  Saturdays.  On  these 
days  the  boys  were  accustomed  to  have  their  fun.  One  Satur- 
day in  February  five  of  these  school-boys  went  out  for  a  hunt. 
In  the  party  were  the  two  Linns,  William  Wells,  Brashear,  and 
a  fifth  whose  name  is  not  preserved.  They  were  little  fellows, 
ranging  from  ten  to  fourteen  years  old.  Yet  they  were  marks- 
men who  might  well  put  to  blush  many  of  the  best  shots  of  the 
present  day.  They  made  a  trip  of  several  miles  from  home,  to 
a  region  of  ponds  and  swamps,  in  which  abounded  ducks,  geese, 
and  swans.  They  had  a  rare  day,  and,  delaying  until  too  late 
to  return  home,  they  decided  to  encamp  for  the  night  on  the 
spot.  As  to  the  proper  method  of  building  a  hut  and  spread- 
ing boughs  for  their  beds,  they  were  thoroughly  posted.  Dur- 
ing the  night  a  light  snow  covered  the  ground. 

Rising  early,  they  prepared  their  breakfast,  and  made  ready 
to  return  home,  when  suddenly  a  party  of  Indians  burst  into 
their  little  camp  with  unearthly  yells.  Tavo  of  the  boys 
attempted  to  run.  Of  these,  the  elder  Knn  being  f^it  and 
clumsy,  and  encumbered  with  some  game  he  had  hung  over  his 
shoulder,  stumbled  and  fell.  For  this  the  Indians  called  him 
"Fat  Bear."  Brashear,  how^ever,  was  fleet  of  foot,  and  came 
near  escaping.  He,  however,  like  all  the  rest,  Avas  captured, 
but  his  agility  won  him  the  name  of  "  Buck  Elk." 


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Having  secured  their  boy  captives,  the  Indians  demanded  to 
know  where  they  came  from.  "  From  Louisville,"  said  Brash- 
ear.  "You  lie,"  was  the  gentle  response  of  the  leading  Indian. 
But  the  boys  stuck  to  the  Msehood,  and  by  their  sagacity  and 
firmness  prevented  the  savages  from  advancing  upon  the  defense- 
less settlement  in  which  they  lilted. 

When  they  found  themselves  prisoners  the  boys  took  it 
coolly  enough.  Their  captors  at  once  started  on  the  journey  to 
their  distant  wigwams.  They  crossed  the  Ohio  River  and 
moved  northward  through  what  is  the  State  of  Indiana.  Every 
day  took  the  five  plucky  little  fellows  farther  from  home,  and 
decreased  their  chances  for  rescue.  Yet  they  kept  quiet,  ate 
heartily  of  the  game  and  other  food  provided  by  the  Indians, 
and  above  all  remained  cheerful.  Their  journey  did  not  end 
till  they  reached  an  Indian  village  on  the  Little  Calumet  River, 
near  the  present  town  of  Valparaiso,  in  north-western  Indiana. 

On  entering  the  village  they  were  compelled  to  run  the 
gauntlet.  This,  how^ever,  they  knew  exactly  how^  to  do,  having 
heard  about  it  all  their  lives,  and  having  prepared  themselves  in 
mind  for  the  ordeal.  Two  rows  of  Indian  boys,  some  smaller, 
many  larger  than  themselves,  were  drawn  up.  The  young 
Indians  had  their  hands  full  of  clubs,  tomahawks,  dirt,  salt, 
and  stones.  <  - 

At  the  word,  away  dashed  the  five  spirited  little  Kentuck- 
ians  at  the  top  of  their  speed.  They  were  met  with  showers 
of  filth,  missiles,  and  blows,  but  by  rapid  running  and  skillful 
dodging,  they  w^ere  in  a  fair  way  to  get  through  all  right.  Just 
as  the  younger  Linn,  w^ho  was  in  front,  was  three-quarters  down 
the  ranks  of  howling  redskins,  an  Indian  boy,  much  larger  than 
himself,  hit  him  a  stunning  blow  with  his  fist.  Linn  w\as  a  hot- 
blooded  and  fiery-tempered  fellow  at  best.  Resenting  the  insult 
with  all  the  fury  of  his  impetuous  nature,  he  knocked  the  ruffian 
down  by  a  left-handed  stroke.  At  this  clever  feat,  the  assem- 
bled crowd  of  warriors  gave  vent  to  a  huge  uproar  of  laughter, 
but  the  squaws  sympathized  with  their  own  blood. 


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Young  Linn  quickly  planted  himself  with  his  back  to  the 
council-house,  and  with  clenched  fists  uplifted,  and  his  eyes 
blazing  with  rage  through  his  heavy,  tangled  hair,  which  in  the 
melee  had  fallen  over  his  forehead,  awaited  the  onslaught  which 
he  knew  was  sure  to  come.  A  large  and  brawny  young  Indian, 
with  a  sinister  countenance,  ran  at  him.  Linn  received  him 
with  the  same  left-handed  stroke  which  had  been  so  effective 
before,  and  knocking  him  down,  sprang  on  him  with  the  ferocity 
of  a  panther,  kicking,  biting,  pinching,  and  pounding  till,  in  a 
moment,  his  formidable  foe  was  completely  demoralized. 

The  ring  of  warriors  shouted  and  danced  with  delight  at 
this  sport,  which  was  so  much  better  than  any  gauntlet  running. 
But  the  whole  crowd  of  juvenile  Indians,  seeing  their  champions 
Vanquished,  now^  became  pugnacious,  and  rushed  upon  him  to 
demolish  him.  At  this,  the  other  four  Kentuckians  came  to 
their  friend's  rescue,  and  fought  the  howling  mass  of  Indian 
youth  with  the  fury  of  tigers  turned  at  bay.  They  fought 
against  great  odds,  but  being  far  superior  to  their  enemies  in 
athletic  and  pugilistic  skill,  they  overthrew  them  one  by  one, 
until  the  rest  were  glad  to  run  off. 

The  warriors  here  intervened,  and  proudly  carried  the  boys 
into  the  council-house,  to  be  adopted  into  the  tribe  as  Indians. 
Four  of  the  boys  were  adopted  into  the  families  of  the  leading 
Warriors  of  the  village.  Poor  Wells,  however,  fell  to  the  lot 
of  an  Indian  living  in  a  remote  village.  With  sad  hearts  the 
boys  parted  from  him  as  he  went  from  them,  and  they  never 
saw  him  again.  For  many  years  he  lived  with  the  Indians, 
marrying  a  sister  of  Little  Turtle,  one  of  their  celebrated  chiefs, 
and  fighting  with  his  tribe  against  the  whites.  He  afterwards 
rejoined  the  whites,  and  became  a  noted  scout  under  General 
Wayne. 

The  other  boys,  becoming  gradually  accustomed  to  the  loss 
of  their  friend,  rapidly  adapted  themselves  toward  their  new 
mode  of  life.  They  soon  excelled  in  all  Indian  sports,  and 
seemed  so  wxll  satisfied  with  the  pleasures  of  savage  life,  fish- 


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ing  and  hunting,  wrestling,  racing,  riding  Indian  ponies,  and 
romping  with  the  maidens,  that  their  captors  no  longer  enter- 
tained any  suspicion  of  their  disloyalty,  and  they  were  allowed 
to  roam  about  as  they  pleased.  The  boys,  however,  were  play- 
ing a  deep  game,  and  were  only  biding  their  time  to  escape. 

The  chance  came  at  last.  In  the  autumn  after  their  capture 
the  warriors  w^ent  off  on  their  annual  hunt,  roaming  far  and 
wide  over  the  country  in  quest  of  game,  leaving  the  village 
inhabited  only  by  old  men,  squaws,  and  children.  One  day  the 
four  boys  arranged  to  go  fishing  some  miles  from  the  village. 
An  old  Indian  and  his  wife  alone  accompanied  them. 

The  boys  felt  this  to  be  their  opportunity  for  escape.  But 
a  serious  problem  had  first  to  be  solved.  Did  they  dare  to 
leave  the  old  Indian  and  his  squaw  alive  ?  The  struggle  in 
their  minds  was  painful.  The  old  people  were  kind  to  them  in 
their  way.  To  kill  them  seemed  terrible.  Yet  to  leave  them 
alive  meant  speedy  discovery  of  their  flight,  pursuit,  and  prob- 
ably recapture,  as  the  long  journey  to  their  homes  lay  through 
a  wilderness  of  which  they  were  ignorant,  while  their  pursuers 
were  thoroughly  familiar  with  it.  These  boys,  it  must  be 
remembered,  had  been  brought  up  to  regard  the  Indians  as 
their  most  abhorred  enemies.  Frontier  life  was  a  constant  war- 
fare with  them.  The  father  of  two  of  them  had  been  killed  by 
savages  only  four  years  before.    These  things  decided  them. 

At  dead  of  night  the  boys  rose  stealthily,  armed  themselves 
with  tomahawks,  and  two  of  them  placed  themselves  at  the  head 
of  each  sleeping  Indian.  At  a  signal  from  Brashear,  they  all 
struck  at  the  skulls  of  the  sleepers,  killing  them  instantly. 
Hastily  collecting  the  little  stock  of  provisions  in  the  camp,  the 
boys  set  out  in  the  darkness  for  home.  Happy  thought !  With 
the  skill  of  a  band  of  Indian  warriors  themselves,  they  pursued 
their  flight,  traveling  by  night,  guiding  their  course  by  the 
north  star,  lying  by,  hid  in  bushes  and  deep  grass  by  day. 
They  subsisted  on  nuts,  wild  berries,  roots,  and  occasionally  a 
squirrel  or  rabbit,  which  they  succeeded  in  killing  with  a  stone. 


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Their  journey  lay  through  a  vast  wilderness  of  gloomy 
swamps,  lonely  forests,  solitary  rivers,  and  silent  prairies,  which 
is  now  thickly  populated  with  the  citizens  of  Indiana.  Their 
journey  must  have  taken  them  over  the  site  of  the  present 
splendid  city  of  Indianapolis,  the  capital  of  the  State,  a  city 
of  fine  public  buildings,  of  wide,  well-paved  and  brilliantly 
lighted  streets  and  avenues,  lined  with  tall  business  blocks,  a 
city  with  miles  of  elegant  residences,  with  numerous  churches, 
handsome  theaters,  large  manufacturing  establishments,  modern 
school-houses,  and  more  railways  than  any  other  strictly  interior 
city  on  the  globe.  The  site  of  all  this  Avas,  at  the  time  of 
the  boys'  journey,  a  bottomless  marsh.  Besides  this,  our  young 
heroes'  path  led  them  through  the  sites  of  innumerable  flour- 
ishing county  towns,  such  as  Logansport,  Franklin,  Columbus, 
Seymour,  New  Albany,  and  Jeffersonville.  Yet,  in  all  their 
journey,  they  saw  not  a  white  man's  clearing,  nor  a  single  cabin, 
nor  a  settlement. 

After  a  three  weeks'  journey,  they  reached  the  shores  of  the 
Ohio,  opposite  Louisville.  Here  they  tried  by  shouts  and  ges- 
tures to  induce  their  friends  to  come  over  for  them.  But  the 
Indians  had  been  very  troublesome  that  summer,  and  moreover, 
the  young  pioneers  were  dressed  and  disguised  until  they  looked 
for  all  the  world  like  four  young  Indians.  So  the  good  people 
of  Louisville  remained  on  their  own  side. 

Nothing  disheartened  the  boys  went  up  the  river  some  dis- 
tance, and,  with  no  tool  but  a  small  knife,  constructed  a  raft. 
Their  haste  to  finish  it  was  so  great,  and  the  thing  was  so  rick- 
ety, that  it  would  only  bear  the  weight  of  three.  The  elder 
Linn,  being  a  splendid  swimmer,  swam  by  its  side  while  the 
others  paddled.  In  this  way  they  reached  the  Kentucky 
shore.  Just  as  they  landed,  their  pursuers  appeared  on  the 
opposite  shore,  mad  with  rage  at  their  escape.  Linn  was  nearly 
exhausted  by  his  long  swim  in  the  chilly  Avaters.  But  they 
soon  found  Colonel  Pope,  who  had  been  driven  from  his  settle- 
pient  by  Indians,  and  was  living  in  Louisville.    He  gave  them 


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a  hearty  welcome,  supplied  their  wants,  and  listened  to  their 
thrilling  story  with  the  joy  of  a  loA'ing  father.  The  only  cloud 
in  the  sky  Avas  the  absence  of  poor  AVells.  whose  fate  remained 
unknown  to  his  companions.  —  • 

AVHO  AVAS  HE  ? 

It  was  one  morning  in  17SU.  that  the  inmates  of  a  cabin  in 
what  is  Bourbon  County.  Kentucky,  were  startled  by  strange 
yells  from  the  outside.  The  door  was  slightly  opened,  and. 
while  no  person  was  in  sight,  the  yells  were  discoA'ered  to  pro- 
ceed from  a  dense  clump  of  underbrush.  The  bushes  were  vio- 
lently shaken,  and  in  a  moment  there  stepped  into  xiev;  a  man. 
His  features  were  Euro]jean.  but  his  complexion,  costume,  and 
speech  were  Indian.  lie  continued  to  jabber  in  a  loud  voice, 
rolling  his  eyes  and  gesticulating  in  a  frightful  manner.  In 
a  short  time  all  the  people  in  the  little  settlement  had  Ibrmed 
in  a  circle  around  him.        '  - 

From  his  jargon,  the  settlers,  who  knew  a  little  of  the 
Indian  language,  made  out  that,  when  a  little  child,  he  had 
been  captured  by  the  Indians  and  had  been  reared  by  them  : 
that  of  his  home  or  parents  he  remembered  nothing  :  that  he  had 
gone  out  on  a  hunt  with  his  Indian  father  and  brothers,  and 
had  accidentally  come  within  sight  of  the  white  men's  cabins. 
The  view  had  acted  like  a  magician's  Avand.  In  an  instant  all 
the  associations  and  attachments  of  the  long  years  of  life  in  the 
wigwam  had  been  swept  away.  He  Avas  seized  Avith  an  over- 
whelming desire  to  rejoin  the  people  of  his  birth,  and  noAv  he 
begged  them  to  receive  him.  His  Indian  father  Avould  miss  him. 
but  he  Avanted  to  rejoin  the  Avhite  people,  and,  if  possible,  learn 
something  of  his  OAvn  birth  and  parentage. 

The  settlers  conversed  in  a  low  tone  among  themselves,  and, 
fearful  lest  he  should  be  a  decoy,  asked  him  many  questions. 
Among  other  things  he  said  that  he  and  his  companions  had 
ascended  the  Licking  River  in  a  canoe,  and  burying  it.  had 
struck  into  the  Avoods.    The  cautious  pioneers,  therefore,  as  a 


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test  of  the  truth  of  his  story,  proposed  that  he  conduct  them 
to  the  spot  where  the  canoe  ky  concealed. 

As  soon  as  he  understood  the  request,  the  stranger  protested 
most  vehemently  against  it.  He  said,  that  while  he  desired  to 
leave  his  Indian  father  and  brother,  yet  they  had  raised  him 
and  been  very  kind  to  him  for  many  years ;  that  they  were  the 
only  friends  he  could  remember  having  ever  had,  and  he  would 
not  on  any  account  betray  them.  The  suspicion  of  the  group 
of  listeners  deepened  at  this  answer.  They  demanded  that  he 
lead  them  to  the  canoe  at  once,  or  they  would  treat  him  as  a 
prisoner.  With  the  strongest  reluctance  he  set  out  to  guide  the 
company  of  twenty  mounted  men  to  the  buried  canoe. 

Perhaps,  with  the  hope  of  giving  his  Indian  friends  time  to 
escape,  the  wild  stranger  nervously  explained  that  he  would 
first  lead  the  white  men  to  a  spot  where  he  and  his  father  and 
brother  had  encamped,  and  where  he  said  they  would  find  a 
kettle  hidden  in  a  hollow  log.  As  they  approached  the  spot 
from  a  distance  they  discovered  two  Indians  in  the  camp,  an 
old  man  and  a  boy,  sitting  by  the  fire,  roasting  some  venison. 
At  the  sight  the  stranger  burst  into  tears,  and  falling  on  his 
knees,  begged  and  implored  the  white  men  in  the  most  vehement 
and  frenzied  manner,  to  spare  his  Indian  father  and  brother. 

Moved  by  his  entreaties,  the  pioneers  formed  a  circle  to  sur- 
round the  two  Indians,  with  the  notion,  real  or  pretended,  of 
taking  them  captive.  The  old  man,  however,  fought  with  such 
desperation  that  they  killed  him,  while  the  boy,  with  incredible 
agility,  escaped  into  the  forest.  Seeing  the  old  Indian  fiill,  the 
stranger  leaped  from  his  horse,  and  running,  threw  his  arms 
around  the  neck  of  the  dying  savage,  begging  his  forgiveness 
for  having  unwittingly  betrayed  him  to  death.  The  aged  Indian 
evidently  recognized  him,  giving  him  a  pressure  of  the  hand, 
but  he  was  too  far  gone  to  speak. 

The  settlers  at  once  called  loudly  to  the  stranger  to  lead 
them  at  a  gallop  to  the  buried  canoe.  He  wrung  his  hands  in 
bitter  agony,  begging  them  to  see  that  he  had  already  given 


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proof  of  his  honesty  at  the  cost  of  his  father  s  death,  and 
beseeching  that  they  might  spare  his  younger  brother.  The 
only  response  was  a  peremptory  demand  to  lead  them  to  the 
canoe  without  delay.  They  rightly  surmised  that  the  young 
Indian  would  hasten  thither.  Overwhelmed  with  oiief,  the 
stranger  again  mounted  his  horse.  In  two  hours  they  reached 
the  spot.  No  footprints  were  visible.  The  young  Indian  had 
not  arrived. 

The  men  at  once  hid  themselves  in  the  bushes  to  wait.  In 
ten  minutes  the  young  savage  came  running  to  the  spot,  and 
commenced  hastily  to  dig  up  the  canoe.  In  a  moment  he  fell, 
pierced  by  a  dozen  balls.  With  a  mournful  cry  the  strange 
white  man  hid  his  face  in  his  hands.  They  took  him  back  to 
the  settlement,  but  he  mourned  all  the  day  long,  saying  over 
and  over  to  himself  in  the  Indian  tongue,  "I  betrayed  my  best 
friends.    I  killed  my  father.    I  killed  my  brother.    Oh.  me!" 

One  morning  the  strange  and  unhappy  man  was  missing. 
He  appears  only  for  this  single  act  in  the  drama  of  history. 
That  act  is  tragedy.  Whether  he  sought  out  the  white  settle- 
ments of  the  east,  or  returned  to  the  smoky  wigwam  which  he 
had  deprived  of  both  its  support  and  its  hope,  or  whether,  mad- 
dened with  grief,  Judas  like,  he  went  out  into  the  solitary  wil- 
derness, and  there,  alone  with  his  God,  expiated  his  crime  with 
the  act  of  self-destruction,  will  never  be  known. 

THE  FIRST  CHICKAMAUGA. 

Horse-stealing  is  in  the  frontier  code  the  worst  of  all  crimes. 
This  is  because  it  is  the  one  against  which  there  is  the  least 
protection.  In  the  spring  of  1784,  a  small  Kentucky  settlement 
suffered  this  depredation  from  Indians.  The  pursuing  party 
failed  to  overtake  the  thieves.  Three  of  the  pursuers,  all  hot- 
blooded  fellows,  named  McClure,  Davis,  and  Caffree,  determined 
to  push  on  south  to  some  Indian  village,  make  reprisals  of  other 
horses,  and  thus  balance  the  account. 

One  day,  traveling  along  a  trail,  the  three  white  men  fell  in 


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with  three  Indians.  It  was  in  the  vicinity  of  the  Tennessee 
River,  probably  south  of  it,  and  near  an  Indian  village  called 
Chicacaugo,  or  Chicamaugo.  It  seems  not  improbable  that  this 
was  near  the  field  of  the  great  battle  of  Chickamauga,  in  the  civil 
war,  to  which  the  name  was  given  from  the  creek  near  which  it 
was  fought.  The  two  parties  were  equal  in  numbers.  After 
a  moment's  thought  each  seemed  to  come  to  the  same  conclu- 
sion. Instead  of  fighting,  they  made  signs  of  friendship,  and 
agreed  to  travel  together.  The  three  white  men  walked  in  sin- 
gle file  on  one  side  of  the  path;  the  three  Indians  walked  in 
single  file  on  the  opposite  side  of  the  path. 

For  a  while  this  interesting  procession  held  its  way  along 
the  forest  trail  without  incident  or  delay.  It  was  observed  at  the 
end  of  a  quarter  of  an  hour  that  the  Indians  were  marching  very 
close  together.  Moreover  they  were,  without  turning  their 
heads,  whispering  to  one  another.  The  white  men  saw  danger. 
Each  selected  his  man.  Caffree,  the  most  powerful  of  the  party, 
leaped  upon  one  Indian.  Davis,  at  the  same  instant,  fired  at 
the  second  Indian,  but  missed  him.  McClure,  with  better  suc- 
cess, killed  his  man. 

Leaving  Caffree  still  wrestling  with  his  foe,  his  two  compan- 
ions jumped  behind  trees.  The  other  Indian  fired  at  Caffree, 
inflicting  a  mortal  wound,  and  was  in  turn  shot  by  the  cool- 
headed  McClure,  who  had  reloaded  his  weapon.  Caffree,  poor 
fellow,  struggling  now  not  only  with  the  Indian,  but  with 
the  arch-enemy  Death  himself,  called  for  help.  DaAds  ran 
toAvards  him,  but  when  half-way  to  him,  the  Indian  threw  off 
Caffree's  weakening  grasp,  seized  his  gun,  and  took  aim  at 
Davis.  The  latter  dropped  his  gun,  still  unloaded,  and  ran  olT 
into  the  forest. 

McClure,  the  coolest  man  of  the  trio,  having  already  killed 
two  Indians,  shouldered  Davis's  gun,  and  ran  after  him.  Strange 
as  it  may  seem,  in  the  short  instant  of  picking  up  the  gun,  he 
lost  sight  of  both  pursuer  and  pursued.  On  he  ran  into  the 
thick  shadows  of  the  southerp  forest,  but  not  «a  trace  could  he 


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discover  of  their  flight.  He  stopped  to  listen.  Not  a  sign  was 
audible,  but  the  steady  plash  of  the  little  creek  of  Chica- 
maugo,  or  the  twittering  of  the  birds.  He  ran  on  a  little  farther, 
and  called  aloud.  No  answer  came,  but  the  mocking  echo,  which 
rang  in  thousand-voiced  responses,  each  fainter  than  the  last, 
from  every  direction  in  the  forest.  He  shouted  with  all  his 
power.  It  only  seemed  to  wake  a  thousand  fiends,  who  took 
up  his  words  and  hurled  them  back  and  forth.  The  fate  of 
Davis  is  unknown  to  this  day. 

McClure,  left  alone  in  the  Indian  country,  resolved  to  make 
his  way  home  at  once,  if  possible.  No  more  fine  notions  in 
him  about  running  off  a  whole  herd  of  Indian  ponies  from  their 
masters.  Still  carrying  Davis's  rifle  as  well  as  his  own,  our 
brave  young  friend  set  his  face  to  the  north.  He  had  only 
pushed  forward  for  a  mile  or  two,  when  he  discovered  approach- 
ing him,  an  Indian  warrior,  on  a  horse  with  a  bell  around  its 
neck,  and  a  boy  walking  by  his  side.  A  ready  Vvdt  is  valuable 
anywhere.  McClure  dropped  one  of  his  rifles,  lest  it  excite 
suspicion,  and  boldly  advanced,  making  signs  of  peace.  The 
fellow  returned  them,  dismounted,  seated  himself  on  a  fallen 
tree,  and  producing  a  pipe,  drew  a  few  puffs,  then  t  .nded  it, 
following  true  Indian  etiquette,  to  McClure. 

Just  then  another  tinkle  was  heard  in  the  forest,  followed 
by  quite  a  troop  of  gayly  attired  Indian  horsemen.  McClure's 
companion  now  informed  him  that  the  Indians  intended  to  tie 
him  on  a  horse,  and  carry  him  off  as  a  prisoner.  To  illustrate 
the  thing,  Mr.  Indian,  in  the  excess  of  his  politeness,  bestrode 
the  fallen  tree,  and  locked  his  feet  beneath.  As  the  dusky 
gentleman  twined  his  legs  about  the  log,  the  white  man  raised 
his  rifle,  and  shot  him  dead.  The  Indian  boy  jumped  on  the 
horse  and  rode  away.  McClure  ran  in  the  opposite  direction. 
A  lot  of  small  Indian  dogs  took  after  him,  harmless  in  them- 
selves, but  succeeding  in  tripping  him  up.  He  fell  several  times 
with  terrific  force,  but  scrambled  to  his  feet  and  ran  on,  until 
an  unlucky  fall  filled  his  eyes  wdth  dust. 


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Blinded  and  exhausted,  he  lay  still,  expecting  each  moment 
to  be  seized  by  savage  hands.  Several  minutes  passed.  No  foe 
more  formidable  than  the  snapping  dogs  appeared.  The  silence 
of  the  woods  was  unbroken  by  a  single  foot-fall.  His  path 
homeward  was  open.  Still  anxious,  but  inspired  with  hope,  he 
regained  his  feet,  and  again  commenced  the  journey  which 
brought  him  safely  to  his  Kentucky  cabin. 

A  WIDOW'S  CABIN.  • 

The  homely  name  of  "  Widow  Scraggs "  has  survived  the 
death  of  its  obscure  bearer  only  by  reason  of  her  fate.  Her 
home  was  an  isolated  cabin  in  Bourbon  County,  Kentucky. 
The  structure  contained  two  rooms,  separated  by  a  porch 
or  passage-way,  which  was  covered  by  the  same  roof  as  the 
rooms.  In  summer  months  on  this  porch  was  spread  the  frugal 
meal  of  the  widow's  family.  In  winter,  but  little  use  was  made 
of  it  except  for  piles  of  firewood.  One  room  was  occupied  by 
the  old  lady,  two  grown  sons,  a  widowed  daughter  and  her 
infant  child.  The  other  room  was  used  by  two  unmarried 
daughters,  one  twenty  years  old,  the  other  just  blooming  with 
all  the  blushing  beauty  of  sweet  sixteen,  a  girl  living  with  the 
family,  and  the  children. 

It  was  twelve  o'clock,  on  the  night  of  April  11,  1787. 
In  one  room  the  elder  dr.ughter  was  still  spinning  flax  at  the 
old-fashioned  ppinning-\  iieel ;  in  the  other,  one  of  the  young 
men  still  busied  himself  with  the  humble  task  of  cobbling  his 
shoes  by  the  flickering  firelight.  The  remainder  of  the  family 
were  asleep.  From  time  to  time,  the  young  cobbler  raised  his 
head,  and,  with  awl  arrested  in  mid-air,  seemed  to  listen  with 
anxiety  to  some  sounds  in  the  forest,  which  now  and  then  dis- 
turbed the  silence  of  the  cabin. 

These  noises,  to  the  ordinary  listener,  were  no  reason  for  the 
apparent  apprehensions  of  the  young  man.  They  were  but  the 
hooting  of  owls  and  the  restless  neighing  of  a  couple  of  horses  in 
the  barnyard.    The  young  spinner  in  the  other  room  seemed  not 


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fo  notice  them.  Probably  the  noise  of  the  spinning-wheel  or 
the  preoccupation  of  her  mind  explained  this.  The  shoes  were 
almost  mended,  when  a  footfall  was  heard  from  the  porch,  fol- 
lowed by  a  knock  on  the  door.  "  Who  keeps  house  ?"  the 
person  knocking  inquired  in  good  English.  The  young  man, 
supposing  it  to  be  some  belated  settler,  rose  to  unbar  the  door. 
At  that  moment  his  mother,  roused  by  the  unusual  disturbance, 
screamed,  "  Keep  the  door  shut !  They  are  Indians  !" 

The  other  young  man,  till  then  asleep,  sprang  from  his  bed, 
and  the  two  prepared  for  defense.  The  Indians,  of  whose  char- 
acter there  could  now  be  no  doubt,  set  up  terrific  yells,  and 
attempted  to  batter  down  the  heavy  door.  A  shot  from  a  port- 
hole in  the  cabin  caused  them  to  fall  back  quickly,  only  to  dis- 
cover the  door  to  the  other  room,  in  which  were  the  three 
defenseless  girls.  This  door  was  out  of  range  of  the  rifles  of 
the  young  men.  The  fence  supplied  the  savages  with  heavy 
rails.  Using  these  as  battering  rams  against  the  door,  the 
savages  filled  the  air  with  wild  yells  and  discord.nnt  clamor, 
mingled  with  the  heavy  thuds  of  the  rams,  and  the  sharp  sound 
of  splitting  wood  and  breaking  hinges  as  the  door  began  to 
give  way. 

At  last  the  frail  defense  fell  inward,  and  the  savages  leaped 
with  exultant  cries  toward  the  frightened  girls.  The  eldest, 
pale  and  desperate,  braced  herself  against  the  door,  but  a  savage 
hand  and  arm,  thrust  through  a  breach,  buried  a  knife  in  her 
back.  The  second  girl  was  captured  without  a  struggle.  The 
youngest  one,  in  the  uproar,  slipped  under  a  bed  and  out  of 
the  door.  Instead  of  escaping,  however,  the  little  girl  ran  to 
the  door  of  the  other  room,  screamino:  that  her  sisters  were 
murdered.  The  young  men  were  about  to  attempt  her  rescue, 
when  the  mother  firmly  interposed,  declaring  that  she  must  be 
left  to  her  fate,  as  to  open  the  door  would  be  the  death  of  all. 
At  that  moment  a  piercing  scream  announced  that  she  lived  no 
longer. 

But  a  new  horror  was  at  hand.    The  room  filled  with  smoke^ 


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the  crackling  of  flames  was  heard.  The  (h*eadful  truth  was 
plain.  The  cabin  had  been  fired.  The  inmates  w^ere  forced  to 
flight.  Their  plans  w^ere  quickly  made.  The  door  wvas  flung 
open.  The  widow,  sup[)orted  by  her  eldest  son,  ran  in  one 
direction ;  the  daughter,  with  her  child  and  the  younger  son,  ran 
in  another  direction.  The  mounting  flames  lighted  up  the  yard 
with  the  brightness  of  day.  The  wddow  w^as  shot  as  she  reached 
the  fence  ;  her  son,  by  strange  fortune,  escaped.  The  other 
party  also  reached  the  fence,  but  were  attacked  in  the  act  of 
crossing,  by  several  Indians.  ^ 

The  vounizer  brother,  careless  of  his  owm  safety,  and  seek- 
ing  only  that  his  sister  and  her  child  might  have  time  for  escape, 
fought  w^ith  all  the  fury  of  despair  and  the  sublime  courage 
which  is  inspired  by  a  consciousness  of  self-sacrifice.  He  had 
placed  one  foot  on  the  fence.  A  spring,  and  he  w^ould  have 
been  over.  Instead,  he  w^ithdrew  his  foot.  lie  resolved  to 
remain  on  the  side  w^here  he  w\as.  The  foremost  Indian  he  shot 
dead.  Then,  with  clubbed  musket,  he  beat  back  his  swarming 
foes,  till  his  sister  and  her  child  w^ere  well  out  of  the  vray. 

But  the  unequal  contest  ended.  Wounded  unto  death,  he 
fell  into  the  fence  corner,  where  the  aTOund  was  stained  w^ith 
the  ebbing  life  tide.  Four  members  of  the  fnmily  had  been 
killed  on  the  spot  and  one,  the  second  daughter,  taken  prisoner. 
The  fuf^itives  carried  the  dark  tidinors  to  their  neighbors.  There 
w^ere  hurried  preparations,  eager  inquiries,  and  dreadful  male- 
dictions among  the  settlers.  By  morning,  a  company  of  thirty 
men  was  raised  for  pursuit.  They  tracked  the  foe  easily  through 
the  light  snow.  The  latter,  finding  themselves  hard  pressed, 
tomahaw^ked  the  young  girl,  taken  captive.  While  the  main 
band  fled,  two  of  their  number  posted  themselves  on  a  w^oody 
ridge,  wdiere,  by  terrific  yells  and  incessant  darting  among  the 
trees,  they  deluded  the  wdiites  into  thinking  that  a  large  force 
of  Indians  occupied  the  hill.  Such  is  heroism — to  die  for 
others.  The  two  dusky  braves  suffered  death  to  aid  their 
friends'  escape. 


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A  TYPICAL  HP:R0INE. 

John  Merril  was  a  white  settler  in  Nelson  County,  Kentucky. 
One  night,  about  the  time  of  the  last  incident,  he  and  his  wife 
had  retired  to  bed.  The  glow  of  coals  from  the  fire-place  iilone 
illuminated  the  rude  apartment,  and  the  loud  tick  of  an  old- 
fashioned  clock  measured  off  the  flight  of  time,  while  the  sleep- 
ers dreamed  of  other  days.  Suddenly  the  dogs  Avithout  the 
cabin  set  up  a  furious  barking.  Mr.  Merril,  but  half  awake, 
rose  to  see  what  was  the  matter.  As  he  opened  the  door,  he 
was  shot  dead,  receiving  seven  bullets  in  his  body.  His  wile 
sprang  forward,  and  closed  and  barred  the  door,  which  the 
Indians  at  once  began  to  chop  down  with  their  tomahawks.  A 
breach  was  soon  effected.  But  Mrs.  Merril  was  of  crreat  strenf^th 
and  invincible  courage.  Her  hard  life  on  the  frontier  had  done 
much  to  prepare  her  for  this  crisis.  As  the  Indians  sought  to 
enter  the  breach,  the  daring  woman,  w^ith  fearful  exertion,  suc- 
cessively killed  or  disabled  four  of  the  enemy.  : 

Foiled  in  this,  the  savages  climbed  on  the  roof  and  commenced 
to  descend  the  chimney.  Again  the  courage  and  address  of  the 
solitary  woman  confronted  them.  Snatching  up  a  feather-bed, 
she  flung  it  on  the  fire.  In  a  moment  the  volumes  of  flame 
and  stifling  smoke  overcame  two  of  the  Indians  who  fell  help 
lessly  down  into  the  fire.  Seizing  an  ax,  the  now  widowed 
woman  quickly  dispatched  them,  and  then,  with  a  quick  side 
stroke,  inflicted  a  fearful  gash  upon  the  head  of  the  last  sav- 
age, who  was  again  attempting  an  entrance  by  the  breach.  This 
fellow  escaped.  The  story  of  the  immense  strength  and  valor 
of  the  "  long  knife  squaw  "  agitated  many  a  barbarous  audience 
in  the  wigwams  of  his  tribe. 

THE  SUFFERINGS  OF  MASSY  HARBISON. 

Two  hundred  yards  from  Reed's  block-house,  which  was 
itself  about  twenty-five  miles  from  Pittsburgh,  stood,  in  the  year 
1792,  the  rude  cabin  of  an  Indian  fighter,  named  Har])ison.  At 
sunrise,  one  morning,  while  Harbison  was  absent  on  a  scout, 


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the  horn  sounded  at  the  block-house.  Not  thinking  the  bugle 
*  blast  a  danger  signal,  Mrs.  Harbison  fell  asleep  again.  Dream- 
ing of  trouble,  she  awoke,  to  find  a  huge  savage  dragging  her 
from  the  bed  by  her  foot,  and  the  house  swarming  with  Indians. 
After  ransacking  the  house,  they  forced  her  to  come  along  with 
them.  She  carried  in  her  arms  her  infant  child,  and  led  by  the 
hand  her  little  boy  of  five  years. 

There  was  yet  a  third  child,  three  years  old.  For  the  little 
fellow  the  mother  had  no  hand.  To  relieve  her  of  this  embar- 
rassment, an  Indian  took  him  by  the  feet,  whirled  him  through 
the  air,  and  brained  him  against  the  cabin  wall.  To  relate  these 
details  is  sickening.  The  mother  fainted  at  the  awful  sight. 
For  this  the  murderers  had  a  cure.  It  deserves  the  attention 
of  medical  men.  In  her  story  the  mother  describes  it.  "  The 
savages  gave  me  a  blow  across  my  head  and  face,  and  brought 
me  to  sight  and  recollection  again." 

With  this  delicate  attention  the  procession  marched  on.  In 
a  few  minutes  the  path  led  down  a  steep  hill.  The  little  five- 
year-old  boy  fell.  It  hurt  him.  He  was  but  a  child.  With 
uplifted  voice  and  face  filled  with  liquid  grief,  he  sought  conso- 
lation from  the  mother's  heart,  which  had  never  failed.  As  she 
put  forth  her  hand  in  gentle  caresses,  such  as  only  a  mother 
can  give,  her  arm  was  seized  and  she  was  jerked  back.  Instead 
of  the  soft  maternal  touch,  an  Indian's  hand  seized  the  little  fel- 
low. His  crying  was  stopped  forever.  The  toy  which  quieted 
him  was  a  tomahawk.    Her  babe  alone  was  left  to  the  mother. 

All  day  she  marched  with  her  captors.  At  night,  they 
spread  a  blanket  on  the  ground,  and,  tying  her  hand  and  foot, 
said  "  Go  sleep."  Two  Indians  lay  down  on  each  side  of  the 
poor  woman.  The  next  day  the  march  was  continued.  This 
day  she  had  food.  It  was  a  piece  of  dried  venison,  "about  the 
bulk  of  an  egg."  One  of  the  Indians  went  away  for  a  few 
hours.  In  his  absence  another  savage  busied  himself  with 
making  a  small  hoop.  At  first  the  captive  watched  him  with 
languid  curiosity.    Then,  full  of  wretchedness,  she  turned  her 


SOt>  lNDlA^  rnAGEDiSS  and  nOMANCES. 

head  to  look  upward  into  the  waving  foliage  of  the  forest,  and 
the  vast  illimitable  skj-dome.  When  her  eyes  fell  on  the  sav- 
age again,  he  had  something  in  his  hand.  A  flash  of  horror- 
struck  recognition  flickered  in  the  woman's  eyes.  It  was  the 
scalp  of  her  boy.    The  savage  was  stretching  it  on  the  hoop. 

The  second  night  was  passed  like  the  first.  Towards  morn- 
ing one  Indian  rose  and  left  the  camp.  The  wakeful  mother 
managed  to  slip  loose  from  her  bonds.  With  a  step,  noiseless  as 
a  spirit,  she  fled  with  her  babe  in  arms  on  and  on,  pausing  not  to 
look  behind,  breathless,  frantic,  "over  rocks,  precipices,  thorns, 
and  briers,  with  bare  feet  and  legs,"  as  she  says  pathetically. 

She  was  a  pioneer  woman,  the  wife  of  a  scout.  At  two 
o'clock  in  the  afternoon  she  could  no  longer  keep  up  her  flight. 
She  waited.  At  night,  when  the  north  star  appeared,  she 
marked  out  the  course  for  the  next  day.  Long  before  sunrise 
she  was  on  her  way,  resting  not.  It  rained  all  day.  She  had 
no  food  for  herself  or  child.  Yet  she  bravely  pushed  on.  At 
dark  she  made  a  bed  of  leaves  in  the  forest.  The  child  was 
hungry.  The  little  creature  wept  aloud.  "Fearful  of  the  con- 
sequences," writes  the  mother,  "  I  put  him  to  my  breast,  and  he 
became  quiet.  I  then  listened,  and  distinctly  heard  footsteps. 
The  ground  over  which  I  had  traveled  was  soft,  and  my  foot- 
prints had  been  followed. 

"  Greatly  alarmed,  I  looked  about  for  a  place  of  safety,  and 
providentially  discovered  a  large  tree  which  had  fallen,  into  the 
too  of  which  7^  crept.  Tke  darKness  greatly  assisted  me^  and 
prevented  detection.  The  savage  who  followed  me  had  heard 
the  cry  of  the  child,  and  came  to  the  very  spot  where  it  had 
cried,  and  there  he  halted,  put  down  his  gun,  and  was  at  this 
time  so  near  that  I  heard  the  wiping-stick  strike  against  his  gun 
distinctly.  My  getting  in  under  the  tree  and  sheltering  myself 
from  the  rain,  and  pressing  my  boy  to  my  bosom,  got  him  warm, 
and,  most  providentially,  he  fell  asleep,  and  lay  very  still  dur- 
ing that  time  of  extreme  danger.  All  was  still  and  quiet;  the 
ravage  was  listening  to  hear  the  cry  again.    My  own  heart  waC' 


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the  only  thing  I  feared,  and  that  beat  so  loud  that  I  was  appre- 
hensive it  would  betray  me. 

"  After  the  savage  had  stood  and  listened  with  nearly  the 
stillness  of  death  for  two  hours,  the  sound  of  a  bell  and  a  cry 
like  that  of  a  night-owl,  signals  which  were  given  to  him  by 
his  companions,  induced  him  to  answer,  and  after  he  had  given 
a  most  horrid  yell,  he  started  off  to  join  them.  After  his  retreat, 
I  concluded  it  unsafe  to  remain  there  till  morning. 

"  But  by  this  time  nature  was  so  nearly  exhausted  that  I 
found  some  difficulty  in  moving ;  yet,  compelled  by  necessity, 
I  threw  my  coat  about  my  child  and  placed  the  end  between 
my  teeth,  and  with  one  arm  and  my  teeth  I  carried  him,  and 
with  the  other  groped  my  way  between  the  trees  and  traveled 
on,  as  I  supposed,  a  mile  or  two,  and  there  sat  down  at  the 
root  of  a  tree  till  morning.  The  night  was  cold  and  wet,  and 
thus  terminated  the  fourth  day  and  night's  difficulties,  trials, 
and  dangers  ! " 

After  two  days  more  of  incredible  suffering,  the  unfortunate 
woman  made  her  way  to  a  settlement.  So  changed  was  she  by 
the  six  days  of  hardship,  that  her  nearest  neighbor  failed  to 
recognize  her.  "  Two  of  the  females,  Sarah  Carter  and  Mary 
Ann  Crozier,  took  out  the  thorns  from  my  feet  and  legs,  which 
Mr.  Felix  Negley  stood  by  and  counted,  to  the  number  of 
one  hundred  and  fifty,  though  they  were  not  all  extracted  at 
that  time,  for  the  next  evening  there  were  many  more  taken 
out.  The  flesh  was  mangled  dreadfully,  and  the  skin  and  flesh 
were  hanging  in  pieces  on  my  feet  and  legs.  The  wounds  were 
not  healed  for  a  considerable  time.  Some  of  the  thorns  went 
through  my  feet  and  came  out  at  the  top." 

Thus  the  pioneers  of  the  Ohio  valley  endured  for  the  sake 
of  the  hope  which  was  set  before  them.  Forty  years  they  wan- 
dered in  the  wilderness  that  their  children  might  enter  into  and 
possess  the  land  of  promise.  What  honor  is  due  them  by  the 
thoughtless  thousands  who  eat  the  fruit  of  their  toil!  Yet  the 
shores  of  the  Ohio  contain  no  monument  to  their  memory! 


IXDIAX  TRAGEDIES  AXD  KOMAXCES. 


311 


^10 RK DOCK'S  REVENGE. 

Nature  is  full  of  coiiipeuaations,  of  balances.  Light  and 
darkness:  heat  and  cold;  love  and  hate:  positive  and  negative; 
more  and  less — these  are  but  ;i  few  instances  of  a  law  running 
through  the  universe.  Indian  massacres  made  Indian  fighters. 
In  the  shadow  of  the  murderer  skulks  the  a\  enger.  There  was 
a  Avoman  named  ^Moredock,  who  lived  about  1793,  at  Vincennes, 
Indiana,  the  olde.-t  and.  historicall}',  the  richest  town  in  the 
Slate.  She  had  had  several  husbands,  all  of  whom  had  fallen 
victinrs  of  Indian  hostility.  She  had  lived  for  twent\'  years  on 
the  extreme  frontier.  Husbands,  children,  neighbors,  all  these 
she  had  seen  slain  by  the  red  destroyers.  Yet  with  calm  heart, 
stony  face,  and  tearless  e}'e,  she  faced  the  danger.  She  did 
more.  She  resolved  to  move  farther  west,  that  her  boys  might 
have  a  chance  to  grow  up  with  the  country. 

The  party  of  twent}'-fi\  e  or  thirty  vo\'agers.  of  which  she 
and  her  family  were  members,  journeyed  easily  down  the  Ohio 
and  u})  the  ^Mississippi.  One  noon  they  went  ashore  at  what 
is  Grand  Tower,  to  tow  the  boats  around  a  high  cliff,  vhich 
the  foaming  river  rushed  with  furious  current.  It  was  their 
last  landing  before  reaching  their  destination.  E\'er\'  one  was 
cheered  at  the  happy  prospect.  At  that  moment  a  d;ii  k  and 
dreadful  band  of  warriors  burst  upon  the  little  company.  The 
surprise  was  too  great,  the  force  too  o^"erwhelming  for  the  emi- 
grants to  rally.  Only  one  man  eseaped.  John  Moredock.  the 
widow's  son,  more  lucky  than  tlu'  othci'>.  hid  in  a  hssure  in 
the  rock.  AVhen  the  murderers  left,  glutted  with  the  feast  of 
blood,  he  climbed  down  and  found  the  corpses  of  his  family 
and  friends.  He  buried  them.  Looking  out  over  the  majestic 
river,  he  lifted  his  hand  hea\ enwai'd,  and  ^vith  dark  and  rigid 
countenance,  hissed  out  between  clenched  teeth,  Before  God, 
I  will  have  revenge." 

That  night  the  lonely  youth  started  for  the  Kaskaskia  settle- 
ments. By  daylight  he  reaehed  them.  He  told  his  story.  Bold 
frontiersmen,  harily  scouts,  appalled  by  the  extent  of  the  horror, 


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inspired  by  the  suppressed  fury  of  Moredock,  vowed  to  help  him 
track  the  murderers.  The  flower  of  the  frontier  joined  the  expe- 
dition. They  set  out.  It  was  days  before  they  came  within 
reach  of  the  fleeing  murderers. 

At  last  they  were  discovered.  Their  camp  was  on  the 
banks  of  the  Missouri  River.  But  Moredock  refused  to  allow 
an  attack.  Why?  Did  his  heart  fail  him?  No.  Were  he  and 
his  companions,  after  all  their  tremendous  pursuit,  going  to  let 
the  Indians  escape?  Yes,  and  no.  Moredock's  determination 
was  to  kill  every  Indian  in  the  party.  Their  camp  was  so 
pitched  that  some  might  escape.  He  contained  himself.  Almost 
bursting  with  hatred,  he  was  as  calm  and  cool  as  a  marble 
statue.  He  said  to  his  men,  ^^We  will  wait."  For  several 
days  the  avengers  shadowed  the  band  of  warriors.  Their 
patience  was  inexhaustible;  their  pertinacity  tireless. 

At  last  they  were  rewarded.  At  last,  the  Indians,  uncon- 
scious of  danger,  stepped  into  a  trap.  They  encamped  on  a 
little  island  in  the  middle  of  the  Mississippi.  Moredock  said, 
"  We  have  them."  At  midnight  the  white  men  landed  on  the 
island.  They  were  as  noiseless  as  specters.  The  canoes  of  the 
Indians  were  floating  at  the  water's  edge.  These  were  cut 
adrift.  This  made  escape  for  the  Indians  impossible.  More- 
dock  stepped  to  the  canoes  from  which  he  and  his  men  had  dis- 
embarked. With  a  face  of  cast-iron,  he  cut  them  adrift  also. 
What  did  this  mean  ?  It  meant  that  escape  for  the  tuhite  men  was 
also  impossible.      We  will  fight  to  the  death  !"  said  Moredock. 

The  struggle  which  followed  on  the  island  was  terrible. 
The  Indians,  surprised,  ran  to  their  canoes.  They  were  gone. 
With  a  howl  of  despair,  the  red  sons  of  the  forest  turned 
to  fight  to  the  death.  Out  of  thirty,  twenty-seven  were  slain. 
Was  not  Moredock's  revenge  complete  ?  No !  Three  had 
escaped,  by  swimming.  His  appetite  for  vengeance  was  unap- 
peased..  He  dismissed  his  friends  with  thanks.  They  returned 
to  their  settlements.  For  himself,  he  struck  out  into  the  wil- 
derness.   For  two  years  ho  followed  the  three  Indians  like 


IXDIAX  TRAGEDIES  AXD  ROMAXCES.  313 

shadows.  Across  mountains,  down  rivers,  over  prairies  he  pur- 
sued them,  day  and  night.  One  by  one  they  fell  before  the 
avenger. 

At  the  end  of  two  years  he  returned  to  Kaskaskia  with  their 
scalps.  His  revenge  was  complete.  He  settled  down.  He  was 
known  as  a  quiet,  peaceable  man.  strongly  domestic  in  his 
tastes.  This  was  his  true  character.  Such  men.  once  roused, 
make  the  deadliest  of  all  foes.  Muredock  li\ed  to  be  not  only 
a  respected,  but  a  leading,  citizen.  He  was  chosen  to  hold 
offices  of  honor  and  profit.  With  it  all.  he  spoke  but  seldom  ot' 
the  past.  Many  of  the  people  among  whom  he  lived  and  moved 
little  suspected  him  of  being  a  blood  avenger.  Yet  it  was  the 
case.    Such  is  our  ignorance  of  our  neighbors  ! 

THE  WIZARD'S  PUNISHMENT. 

Early  in  this  century,  a  strange  Indian  appeared  in  a  white 
settlement,  near  what  is  now  the  capital  of  Ohio.  He  seemed 
to  be  continually  apprehensive  of  some  danger,  but  otherwise 
acted  as  any  Indian  of  the  better  sort.  Gradually  the  white 
men  won  his  confidence.  He  explained  why  he  was  always  so 
watchful  to  see  that  no  pursuer  was  after  him.  He  was  a  Wyan- 
dot. His  tribe  had  taken  up  a  notion  that  he  was  guilty  of  witch- 
craft. His  life  was  in  peril.  He  fled  to  the  wilderness.  Fcr 
a  long  time  he  had  eluded  them.  But  his  tribe  ceased  not  to 
pursue  him  with  undying  malignity.  He  was  growing  old. 
He  needed  a  more  settled  habitation  as  he  advanced  in  years. 
He  had  thrown  himself  upon  the  mercy  of  the  white  man.  his 
fither's  foe. 

One  June  morning  he  was  sitting  in  a  chair  in  nis  cabin. 
Suddenh'  a  band  of  Wyandots  entered  the  room.  They  had 
tracked  him  to  his  retreat.  He  made  no  effort  to  escape.  With 
calm  disdain  and  unrufiled  courage,  he  submitted  quietly  to  Ite 
bound  and  carried  away.  The  settlers  asked  his  captors  what 
it  meant.  With  dark  and  bigoted  looks  they  replied  that  he 
was  a  bad  Indian,  that  he  had  caused  horses,  dogs,  and  even  the 


31i  THE  CONFLICT  IN  THE  OHIO  VALLEY. 

people  of  his  tribe  to  fall  sick.  For  this  crime  he  must  die. 
The  settlers  labored  to  convince  them  that  their  captive  had  no 
power  to  achieve  such  wonders.  To  this  the  savages  obsti- 
nately shook  their  heads.  The  white  men  exhausted  their 
powers  of  argument  and  persuasion.  The  victim  could  only  be 
saved  by  force  of  arms.  This  was  out  of  the  question.  The 
band  of  savages  greatly  outnumbered  the  population  of  the 
settlement. 

Finding  that  he  must  die,  the  suspected  wizard  asked  that 
he  might  be  arrayed  in  his  finest  clothes  and  ornaments.  Gor- 
geously decked  out  in  his  gay  trappings  of  silver,  gold,  and 
scarlet  cloth,  he  took  his  place  in  a  ring,  and  asked  that 
a  paper,  which  he  handed  them,  be  read  aloud,  and  then 
fastened  to  a  tree.  It  was  done.  The  document  was  only  a 
recommendation  from  a  prominent  settler.  With  much  emotion 
he  bade  farewell  to  his  white  friends,  and  then  obediently  took 
up  his  march  to  a  lonely  wood,  chanting  the  while  the  Indian 
death-song.  Arriving  at  his  destination,  he  was  made  to  kneel 
before  a  shallow  grave.  His  relentless  executioners  formed  a 
circle  about  him.  There  was  a  pause.  Then  a  young  warrior 
stepped  briskly  forward.  His  uplifted  tomahawk  glittered  for 
a  moment  in  the  light  of  the  afternoon  sun,  then  sank  to  the 
heft  in  the  skull  of  the  victim. 

Herein  Indian  haters  may  find  a  text.  The  barbarism,  the 
cruelty,  the  blood-thirstiness,  the  ignorance,  the  superstition  of 
the  savage  !  Softly,  friend,  if  you  please.  Yonder,  on  the 
stormy  New  England  coast,  sits  an  old  town,  with  its  single 
street  and  its  queer  old  houses,  which  look  as  if  they  were 
haunted.  In  the  town  museum  you  may  see  the  wooden  pegs 
which  witnesses  swore  had  been  suddenly  and  mysteriously 
thrust  into  the  flesh  of  tender  babes,  without  any  visible 
agency,  except  it  was  through  the  black  art  of  the  culprit  at 
the  bar.  Near  by  is  Witches'  Hill,  where  innocent  women  and 
men  were  executed,  under  sentences  rendered  on  just  such  tes- 
timony.   Not  ignorant  savages  were  the  witnesses,  the  jury. 


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31.5 


the  judge,  the  approving  crowd ;  but  intelligent,  educated, 
New  Enodand  Puritans,  from  whom  is  said  to  flow  the  best 
blood  in  America.  When  we  remember  the  Ileign  of  Supersti- 
tion in  Salem,  when  we  open  to  the  black  pages  of  the  witch- 
craft persecutions,  let  us  withhold  our  obloquy  from  the 
wretched  Indian. 

Why  do  we  look  with  such  intense  aversion,  such  anger,  such 
disgust  upon  these  crimes,  which  were  committed  iu  the  nauie 
of  justice  ?  It  is  because  it  is  a  part  of  this  age  to  abhor  super- 
stition. We  know  that  the  poison  flower  sheds  a  fatal  perfume. 
We  see  that  nothing  so  enervates  the  intellect,  corrupts  charac- 
ter, and  demoralizes  society  as  this  denial  of  the  laws  of  cause 
and  effect,  this  belief  in  a  lie.  whieli  we  call  superstition.  We 
hate  it.  But  the  place  for  us  to  attack  superstition  is  right 
here  and  now.  and  not  in  the  past.  There  are  historical  reasons 
for  the  witchcraft  persecutions  of  New  England.  There  are 
reasons,  too  obvious  to  be  named,  for  the  rank  superstition  of 
the  Indians.  Those  reasons  do  not  exist  for  us.  Let  us  tear 
from  our  hearts  every  cherished  bit  of  superstition.  Let  us  not 
merely  not  believe  in  witches.  Let  us  also  trample  under  our 
feet  every  vague  belief  in  table-tipping  spirits,  in  luck,  in  good 
and  bad  omens,  in  fortune-telling,  in  the  infallibility  of  the 
past.  This  is  our  work.  But  it  is  not  our  work  to  abuse 
the  Indians  or  the  Salemites,  or  any  other  people  under  heaven 
l)ecause  they  believe  or  believ^ed  in  superstitions  at  which  we 
smile  with  scorn. 

Lot  us  pause.  This  chapter  and  others,  both  before  and 
{ifter  it,  deals  with  the  massacres,  the  bloodshed,  the  midnight 
siu'prises,  the  deadly  combats,  the  decoys,  the  ambushes  of  the 
Indian  wars  in  the  Ohio  valley.  These  terrible  records  cover  a 
period  of  twenty  years,  from  1774  to  1794.  During  all  that 
time  the  frontier  was  a  line  of  battle. 

The  history  of  the  time  is  a  history  of  murders,  of  cruelties, 
of  tortures.  It  recites  the  slaughter  of  children,  the  tomahawk- 
ing of  women,  the  burning  alive  of  men.    It  recites  captivities^ 


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starvations,  and  wanderings.  It  tells  of  ruined  homes,  of  deso- 
lated lives,  of  suffering  hearts.  The  midnight  sky  is  forever  red 
with  the  glare  of  blazing  cabins ;  the  forest  is  forever  filled  with 
blood  avengers;  yelling  Indians  are  forever  battering  down  the 
doors  of  lonely  dwellings.  Little  bands  of  devoted  pioneers  are 
constantly  being  shut  up  to  starve  in  block-houses.  Strong  men, 
brave  w^omen,  and  tender  girls  are  alike  ever  running  the  gaunt- 
let of  the  encircling  foes,  to  secure  food,  ammunition,  and  relief. 
Lion-hearted  men,  maddened  by  the  outrages,  the  murders,  the 
cruelties  of  the  foe,  are  giving  up  their  farms,  their  settlements, 
to  roam  the  forests  with  the  dark  occupation  of  the  Indian  scout. 
This  is  but  another  name  for  Indian  killer. 

Young  men,  snatched  away  when  children  from  the  arms  of 
agonized  mothers,  and  reared  in  the  squalid  wigwams  of  the 
savage,  remembering  not  the  loving  parents  who  bore  them,  but 
knowing  only  their  filthy  and  ignorant  captors,  are  ever  return- 
ing, when  they  reach  years  of  maturity,  to  the  habitation  of 
the  white  man.  They  feel  themselves  strangely  moved.  Faint  ' 
memories  of  their  real  parents  are  pictured  on  their  minds. 
They  forever  search,  without  success,  to  find  that  early  home, 
and  carry  with  them  through  life  a  dull  sorrow  in  the  heart. 
All  this,  and  much  more,  enters  into  the  story  of  the  time. 
Seated  in  our  comfortable  homes^  we  read  this  history.  The 
Indian  hater  says,  "I  told  you  so."  Their  baseness,  their  bru- 
tality, their  wickedness  made  and  makes  it  just  that  the  red 
men  should  be  destroyed  from  the  face  of  the  earth. 

Let  us  take  a  wider  view.  Let  us  turn  from  the  silent  for- 
ests, the  majestic  rivers,  the  unpopulated  landscapes  of  the  wil- 
derness during  the  years  of  this  war,  to  the  sunny  cities  of 
France,  w^ith  their  cathedrals  and  palaces,  with  their  gay  nobil- 
ity, their  thronging  populations,  their  courts,  their  literature, 
their  civilization.  View  them  as  they  were  during  these  same 
years  which  the  wild  Indians  of  the  west  marked  out  upon  the 
historic  calendar  with  the  emblems  of  death  and  destruction. 
Need  we  to  be  reminded  that  these  very  years  were  the  years 


^nS  INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 

of  the  French  Revolution;  that  at  the  very  time  when  a  few 
naif  starved  Indians  were  attacking  some  cabin  in  the  beautiful 
valley,  infuriated  thousands  were  thronging  through  the  streets 
of  Paris,  crying  "  Bread  or  Blood  ?" 

The  past  rises  before  us.  The  red  panorama  of  the  Revolu- 
tion, with  its  sacked  cities,  its  burning  chateaux,  its  wild  orgies 
of  massacre,  its  streams  of  blood,  its  guillotine  blades  rising  and 
falling  with  the  regularity  of  heart  beats,  severing  the  heads  of 
the  bravest,  the  tenderest,  the  noblest,  the  loveliest,  the  truest 
sons  and  daughters  of  France,  all  these  move  in  lurid  procession 
before  our  startled  eyes.  Mirabeau,  Dan  ton,  Robespierre,  rise 
before  us  now  terrible  phantoms,  but  once,  more  terrible  reali- 
ties. Charlotte  Corday,  the  peasant  girl,  leaving  her  rural  home, 
seeking  admittance  to  Marat's  chamber,  thrusting  the  dagger  into 
his  guilty  heart,  and  then  calmly  waiting  for  her  own  execution, 
which  came  so  soon;  the  awful  tan-yard,  where  the  skins  of  the 
guillotine's  victims  were  transformed  into  a  *'fine  soft  leather, 
which  made  excellent  breeches ;"  the  Hall  of  the  Jacobins ;  the 
procession  of  black  tumbrils  winding  daily  through  the  streets 
of  Paris,  bearing  poets,  nobles,  statesmen,  even  the  silly  king 
and  the  sorrowful  queen,  to  the  place  of  public  execution ;  these 
are  but  a  few  of  the  flame-lit  scenes  of  the  Reign  of  Terror. 

Yet  all  this  was  civilization,  progress,  political  birth-throes, 
the  regeneration  of  the  French,  the  richest,  the  gayest,  the  most 
brilliant,  the  most  highly  civilized  people  of  Europe.  How 
much  worse  was  the  '92  of  the  Ohio  valley  than  the  '93  of 
France  ?  Upon  the  surface,  the  savages  of  the  Revolution  were 
blacker,  bloodier,  than  the  red  men  of  America.  The  Philosophy 
of  History  steps  in,  and  laying  her  hand  alike  upon  the  raging 
madmen  of  France  and  the  untutored  savages  of  Amejpica,  says 
to  us,  Judge  not!  .  . 


KILLING  AN  INDIAN  SCOUT  IN  OHIO  VALLEY. 


INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


CHAPTER  VIT. 

THE  COURAGE  OF  KENTON. 

AITHFULj  rugged^  and  bold,  the  character  of 
Simon  Kenton  is  rarely  equaled  among  the 
l^ioneers  of  the  Ohio  valley.  He  was  by  birth 
a  Virginian,  born  in  1755,  the  long-remembered 
year  of  Braddock's  defeat.  He  was  reared  an 
ignorant  farm  boy.  The  doors  of  a  school- 
house  were  never  opened  to  him,  and  labor 
early  marked  him  for  her  child.  Beneath  the 
rough  youth's  exterior  throbbed  a  warm  and  affectionate  heart. 

In  the  neighborhood  of  Kenton's  home  lived  a  young  lady, 
whose  spirited  manners,  personal  charms,  and  coquettish  arts 
had  fascinated  many  a  less  susceptible  young  man  than  Kenton. 
The  maiden  of  the  frontier,  like  others  of  her  sex  in  gentler 
situations,  is  full  of  stratagems.  This  belle  of  the  border  pre- 
tended to  be  interested  in  Kenton,  who  was  but  sixteen  years 
old,  and  in  another  young  fellow  named  Leitchman,  some  years 
Kenton's  senior.  All  her  ingenuity  was  exerted  to  bring  about  a 
conflict  between  these  two  suitors.  She  succeeded.  Kenton  sent 
a  challenge  to  his  rival.  He  repaired  to  the  appointed  spot  alone, 
and  was  surprised  to  find  Leitchman  accompanied  by  a  number 
of  his  friends,  who  at  once  assailed  him  with  a  volley  of  insults. 
Kenton^  burning  with  jealousy  and  wrath,  stripped  himself  of 
all  but  his  pants  and  prepared  to  fight.  The  combat  had  pro- 
ceeded but  a  few  moments  when  Kenton's  superior  skill  became 
manifest.  Seeing  their  friend  about  to  be  punished  severely, 
Leitchman's  companions  jumped  upon  Kenton  and  pounded, 
beat,  and  kicked  him  until  he  was  nearly  dead. 


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Kenton  recovered  from  his  injuries,  but  not  from  the  insuh. 
In  the  following  spring  he  went  over  to  Leitchman  s  house,  and 
announced  that  he  was  ready  to  fight  it  out.  In  the  combat 
which  followed,  Leitchman,  more  wary  than  before,  succeeded 
in  throwing  Kenton  to  the  ground,  and  at  once  sprang  on  him 
with  malignant  fury.  Kenton  lay  still,  enduring  this  severe 
punishment  till  his  eye  caught  sight  of  a  bush  growing  near  by. 
He  at  once  conceived  a  terrible  revenge.  He  managed  to  lure 
his  rival,  who  had  remarkably  long  hair,  to  the  spot  where  the 
bush  grew.  AYatching  his  opportunity,  he  made  a  sudden  and 
violent  effort,  sprang  to  his  feet,  pushed  his  foe  into  the  bush, 
and  quickly  wrapped  his  long  hair  around  its  thick,  tangled 
branches.    Leitchman  gave  an  unearthly  roar  of  pain. 

In  that  moment  the  long-suppressed  rage  burst  forth  from 
Kenton's  heart.  He  took  revenge  terrible  and  complete  for  all 
his  injuries,  and  leaving  Leitchman  for  dead,  he  cast  a  last 
glance  at  his  gasping  foe,  and  then  fled.  Fled,  he  knew  not 
whither,  but  any  place  to  escape  the  pursuers  with  which  his 
imagination  peopled  the  woods  through  which  he  sped.  Day 
and  night  passed,  and  he  paused  not. 

In  time  he  reached  a  region  where  the  settlers  were  talking 
about  the  wonderful  country  of  Kantuckee.  In  their  stories  it 
was  an  earthly  paradise,  an  Eden  in  the  wilderness.  He  fell  in 
with  two  explorers.  Yager  and  Strader.  Yager  had  been  a  cap- 
tive among  the  Indians,  and  claimed  to  have  visited  this  El  Do- 
rado of  the  west.  Fired  by  his  glowing  descriptions,  his  two 
companions  resolved  to  join  him  in  his  search  for  this  wonderful 
region,  where  fruits  blushed  unseen  on  the  branches  of  trees 
which  the  hand  of  man  had  never  planted  ;  where  fields  of  gol- 
den grain  sprang  spontaneously  from  the  fertile  soil  and  ripened 
untended  beneath  the  summer  sun;  where  the  forests  were 
stocked  with  supplies  of  rare  and  noble  game,  exhaustless  and 
unequaled. 

A  boat  was  built,  provisions  gathered,  and  the  trio  of  excited 
adventurers  commenced  their  journey  down  the  Ohio.  Days 


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went  by,  but  the  Land  of  Promise  did  not  appear.  For  weary 
weeks  they  journeyed,  but  Yager,  whose  memory  of  the  beauty 
and  luxuriance  of  the  region  was  so  vivid,  was  unable  to  locate 
it.  Worn  out  with  searching  for  a  country  w^hich  was  a  myth, 
they  turned  their  attention  to  hunting  and  trapping  on  the  great 
Kanawha.  This  profitable  occupation  they  followed  for  two 
years,  exchanging  their  furs  with  the  traders  at  Fort  Pitt  for 
such  things  as  they  needed. 

One  evening  in  March,  1773,  they  were  lying  around  their 
camp-fire  in  the  forest,  when  a  dozen  shots  were  fired  at  them 
from  the  darkness.  Strader  was  shot  dead.  Kenton  and  Yager 
took  to  flight,  leaving  behind  them  guns,  ammunition,  and 
all  the  accumulation  of  the  two  years'  work.  For  five  days 
they  wandered  through  the  woods,  tortured  with  hunger  and 
benumbed  with  cold.  At  sunset  on  the  last  day,  to  their  great 
joy,  they  fell  in  with  a  party  of  traders. 

Kenton  soon  obtained  another  rifle,  and  again  began  his  for- 
est life.  He  took  part  in  Dunmore's  war  in  1774,  acting  as  a 
scout.  In  the  summer  of  1775  he  determined  to  join  a  party 
of  explorers  and  again  make  search  for  the  country  which  Yager 
had  described.  By  careful  exploration  of  the  country  for  miles 
on  either  side  of  the  Ohio,  they  at  length  reached  a  region 
which  indeed  afforded  some  basis  for  Yager's  tales.  In  the 
neighborhood  of  what  is  now  Maysville,  Kentucky,  the  soil 
was  found  to  be  of  wonderful  fertility,  far  exceeding  any  thing 
in  the  Ohio  valley,  a  reputation  which  it  bears  to  this  day. 
Here  too,  the  eyes  of  the  hunters  brightened  at  the  sight  ol* 
vast  herds  of  buffalo.  Elk  of  rare  size,  were  found  in  great 
numbers.  The  explorers  were  beside  themselves.  On  the  site 
of  what  is  now  Washington,  Mason  County,  Kentucky,  they 
(leared  an  acre  of  ground,  and  planted  it  with  Indian  corn. 
Here,  in  comfortable  cabins,  they  made  their  home.  Such  for- 
tune in  hunting  as  they  had  surpassed  their  Avildest  dreams. 

One  day  Kenton,  while  roaming  along  the  banks  of  the  Lick- 
ing River,  heard  moans  from  the  direction  of  some  bushes. 


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Curious  and  alarmed,  the  trapper  made  his  way  witli  caution  to 
the  spot.  He  was  astonished  to  find  two  white  men  lying  on 
the  ground,  almost  destitute  of  clothing  and  emaciated  by  star- 
vation. The  hunter  hurriedly  prepared  them  some  food,  and 
then  started  to  conduct  them  to  his  cabin.  The  journey  proved 
too  much  for  the  exhausted  men,  and  a  camp  had  to  be  pitched 
in  the  woods. 

The  unfortunate  strangers  related  their  story.  Some  time 
previous  they  had  been  descending  the  Ohio,  when  their  boat 
capsized.  All  their  supplies  were  lost.  They  saved  their  lives 
by  swimming.  But  the  hardships  of  the  wilderness,  finding 
them  without  food,  coA'er,  or  arms,  ''overcame  them  quite." 
They  had  given  up  all  hope  when  found  by  Kenton.  The  hun= 
ter  informed  them  of  his  station,  and  invited  them  to  join  him 
and  his  companions  there.  One  of  the  men  accepted  the  invi- 
tation, but  the  other  declared  his  intention  to  abandon  the  for- 
est life  forever. 

Leaving  Hendricks  in  the  camp  at  the  Blue  Licks,  without 
a  gun,  but  well  supplied  with  provisions,  Kenton  and  his  two 
companions,  who  had  been  with  him  on  the  hunt,  courteously 
accompanied  Fitzpatrick,  who  was  eager  to  commence  his  home- 
ward journey,  as  far  as  the  "Point,"  by  which  name  the  site 
of  Maysville  was  known.  Bidding  him  farewell,  they  retraced 
their  steps  to  the  camp  to  rejoin  Hendricks.  To  their  great 
concern  it  was  found  deserted.  The  tent  was  thrown  down  and 
its  contents  scattered  about.  A  number  of  bullets  were  found 
lodged  in  the  neighboring  trees.  At  a  little  distance  was  a 
ravine.  A  cloud  of  thick,  white  smoke,  as  if  from  a  newly 
kindled  fire,  hovered  over  it. 

That  Hendricks  had  been  captured  by  Lidians  was  plain. 
That  they  themselves  were  in  danger  was  no  less  so,  and  a 
hasty  retreat  was  at  once  begun.  They  were  halted  at  a  dis- 
tance of  a  few  miles  by  some  stinging  rebukes  from  Kenton, 
who  declared  that  common  humanity  demanded  that  an  effort 
be  made  to  save  Hendricks.    Caution  compelled  them  to  wait 


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till  nightfall.  Under  Kenton's  lead  they  then  made  their  way 
back  to  the  canij).  The  fire  was  still  dimly  glowing.  No 
Indians  were  near.  - 

As  the  men  proceeded  to  reconnoiter  the  locality,  one  of 
them  kicked  a  round  object  lying  on  the  ground.  It  rolled 
nearer  the  fire.  He  stooped  to  pick  it  up.  He  saw  what  the 
object  was.  It  was  Hendricks's  skull!  The  poor  fellow  had 
been  roasted  and  eaten.  Sadly  enough  Kenton  and  his  com- 
rades made  their  way  to  the  cabin  at  Washington.  Not  for 
several  months  did  they  behold  the  face  of  a  human  being. 
One  lazy  September  day,  Kenton  was  startled  to  discover  a 
man  at  some  distance.  The  stranger  came  nearer.  His  com- 
plexion was  white.  He  informed  Kenton  that  there  were  other 
white  men  in  Kentucky  besides  himself  and  his  companions. 
Daniel  Boone  had  already  founded  a  settlement  in  the  interior. 
Tired  of  solitude,  Kenton  and  his  comjiianions  broke  up  the  set- 
tlement at  Washington,  and  repaired  to  Boonsborough. 

In  1778  Kenton  met  with  a  remarkable  adventure.  He  was 
with  an  expedition  led  by  Daniel  Boone  against  an  Indian  town 
on  Paint  Creek.  While  scouting  some  distance  ahead  of  the 
main  force,  he  was  startled  by  a  loud  laugh.  To  conceal  him- 
self in  a  thicket  was  the  work  of  a  moment.  Two  large  Indians 
mounted  on  one  small  pony  rode  along  the  path,  laughing  and 
joking  in  high  glee.  Kenton  fired  at  short  range,  killing  not 
only  the  first  Indian,  through  whose  body  the  ball  passed,  but 
wounding  the  second. 

The  scout  sprang  forward  to  scalp  the  wounded  Indian, 
when  a  noise  from  a  thicket  attracted  his  attention.  He  turned 
to  find  two  guns 'aimed  at  him  by  a  couple  of  stalwart  savages. 
Kenton  jumped  to  one  side  just  in  time  to  miss  the  deadly 
balls.  Without  delay  he  sought  the  best  shelter  the  place 
afforded.  Before  his  gun  was  reloaded  a  dozen  Indians  were 
on  a  dead  run  toward  him.  The  result  would  in  all  probability 
have  been  fatal  to  Kenton,  had  not  Boone's  party,  alarmed  by 
the  sight  of  the  riderless  pony,  which  had  galloped  toward 


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them  when  relieved  of  its  riders,  hurried  to  the  rescue.  SeA'- 
eral  Indians  fell  dead  at  the  first  fire. 

Knowing  that  his  approach  was  now  discoA'ered  at  the 
Indian  town.  Boone  resolved  on  instant  retreat.  Xot  so  with 
Kenton.  He  and  a  friend  named  Montgomery  left  the  }iarty. 
and  proceeded  alone  to  a  neighborhood  of  the  village.  All  day 
the}'  lay  in  ambush  in  a  corn-field,  hoping  that  some  Indian 
wmild  come  out  to  gather  roasting  ears.  Disappointed  in  this 
expectation,  they  entered  the  town  after  night,  captured  fotir 
good  horses,  made  a  rapid  night  ride  to  the  Ohio,  which  they 
swam  in  safety,  and  on  the  second  day  reached  Logan's  Fort 
with  their  booty. 

Xo  sooner  was  the  restless  Kenton  through  with  this  adven- 
ture than  he  set  out  on  a  scout  with  Montgomery  and  a  young 
man  named  Clark  to  an  Indian  town  on  the  Little  Matimee 
River,  against  which  an  expedition  Avas  contemplated  by  the 
whites.  Knder  cover  of  night  a  thorottgh  investigation  of  the 
place  and  the  number  of  its  warriors  was  made.  Having  accom- 
plished this,  the  scouts  might  have  returned  in  safety.  Bttt  the 
temptation  to  steal  some  horses  Avas  too  strong  to  be  resisted. 
In  their  greed  they  determined  to  take  every  horse  in  the  vil- 
lage. Lnfortunately  they  had  attempted  too  mttch.  and  Avere 
discovered.  The  scouts  saw  their  peril  and  rode  for  their  lives, 
btit  Avere  iiUAvilling  xo  abandon  a  single  horse.  Two  rode  in  front 
and  led  the  horses.  Avhile  the  third  plied  hi-  Avhip  from  behind. 

They  Avere  checked  in  their  furious  career  by  a  sAvamp.  in 
an  attempt  to  avoid  AAdiich  they  occtipied  the  Avhole  night.  On 
the  morning  of  the  second  da}-  they  had  reached  the  Ohio.  The 
Avind  Avas  high,  the  river  rough,  the  crossing  dangerous.  Ken- 
ton resolved  to  sAvim  the  horses  across.  Avhile  hi-  companions 
hurriedly  framed  a  raft  on  which  to  transport  their  guns  and 
baggage.  Again  and  again  Kenton  forced  the  horses  into  the 
water,  but  as  often  the  animals,  frightened  by  the  boisterous 
waves,  turned  about,  and  sAvam  back  to  shore. 

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Instead  of  abandoning  the  horses,  which  couhl  not  be  made  to 
cross  the  river,  the  trio  still  clung  to  their  plunder  and  started 
down  the  banks  of  the  Ohio.  When  the  setting  sun  flung  his 
red  radiance  over  the  stormy  river,  tipping  the  waves  with  crim- 
son splendor,  the  horse-thieves  still  found  themselves  unable  to 
cross.  Totally  infatuated,  the  three  men  encamped  for  the 
night.  At  dawn  they  awoke,  rejoiced  to  find  the  river  as  placid 
as  the  blue  morning  sky  which  arched  above  them.  But  horses 
have  memories,  and  the  captive  equines,  mindful  of  their  former 
experience,  stubbornly  refused  to  enter  the  water.  Blows  and 
curses  were  unavailing.  For  the  white  men  but  one  course 
remained.  Each  mounted  a  horse,  determined  to  ride  to  a  point 
opposite  Louisville,  where  they  could  obtain  transportation. 

It  was  too  late.  Scarcely  had  they  ridden  a  hundred  yards 
when  tlie  furious  pursuers  were  heard  in  their  rear.  The  for- 
tunes of  the  scouts  were  widely  different.  Clark  escaped. 
Montgomery  was  killed.  Kenton  was  taken  prisoner.  Among 
the  stolen  horses  was  a  w^ild  colt,  a  vicious  and  powerful  ani- 
mal. Kenton  was  placed  astride  this  animal,  his  hands  tied 
behind  him,  and  his  feet  bound  together  under  the  horse's 
belly.  The  animal  was  then  turned  loose  without  rein  or  bridle. 
A  terrible  cut  from  a  whip  caused  it  to  dash  furiously  into  the 
forest.  On,  on  it  went,  its  defenseless  rider  being  scratched, 
bruised,  and  torn  by  the  overhanging  limbs  of  the  trees. 

Though  blinded  by  the  blood  which  flowed  down  his  lacer- 
ated face,  Kenton  escaped  without  fatal  injury.  He  was  taken 
to  the  famous  Indian  town  of  Old  Chillicothe.  For  amusement 
his  guards  beat  his  naked  back  and  shoulders  with  hickory 
switches.  Of  all  the  borderers  of  the  time  no  one  was  better 
known,  more  greatly  feared,  and  so  bitterly  hated  as  Simon 
Kenton. 

At  his  appearance  the  inhabitants  of  the  town  were  beside 
themselves  with  rage.  Their  fury  found  no  words  adequate  to 
give  it  utterance.  Foaming  at  the  mouth,  they  gave  it  vent  in 
innrticulate  and  blood-curdling  howls  and  curses.    A  stake  was 


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driven  in  the  ground.  To  this  the  captive  was  tied,  with  his 
hands  extended  above  him  and  fastened  to  the  top  of  the  stake. 
He  was  painted  black.  Instead  of  the  torture  fires  being 
applied  at  once,  the  savages,  choked  with  speechless  rage, 
danced  and  howled  around  him  until  midnight,  pelting  him  with 
stones,  lacerating  him  with  switches,  and  searing  his  body  with 
red-hot  irons. 

The  rare  pleasure  of  the  occasion  was  prolonged  by  his  grim 
captors.  In  the  morning  he  w^as  ordered  to  run  the  gauntlet. 
At  the  beat  of  a  drum  he  started  down  the  line  of  warriors, 
armed  with  clubs,  hoe  handles,  tomahawks,  and  butcher  knives. 
Again  and  again  he  was  felled  to  the  ground  by  his  ferocious 
assailants.  AYhen  the  race  was  over,  and  he  lay  bloody  and 
unconscious  in  the  corner  of  a  cabin,  a  council  was  held  in  the 
village.  The  assembled  warriors  were  unanimous  in  their  opin- 
ion that  such  fun  had  not  been  enjoyed  for  many  a  year.  They 
generously  resolved  to  share  the  sport  with  the  other  villages. 
Kenton  was  accordingly  dragged  about  from  town  to  town. 
Once  the  poor  man  attempted  an  escape.  The  pursuit  was 
instant  and  keen. 

Kenton  put  forth  all  his  powers.  At  every  step  he  remem- 
bered that  he  was  flying  from  the  stake  and  the  red-hot  irons. 
But  he  was  retaken  and  carried  back — back  to  beatings  and 
bruising,  back  to  searing  irons  and  the  cruel  gauntlet,  back  to 
the  dreadful  stake  and  the  torturinii:  flames. 

He  was  taken  to  Wapputomica,  where  his  execution  was  to 
end  his  sufferings.  He  arrived  there  just  as  Simon  Girty,  the 
notorious  renegade,  returned  from  an  unsuccessful  expedition. 
When  the  angry  monster  saw  Kenton,  he  saluted  him  by  knock- 
ing him  down  with  his  brutal  fist.  Too  w^eak  to  rise,  Kenton 
called  to  Girty  for  protection.  For  once  in  his  life  a  prayer  for 
mercy  was  not  unheard  by  Girty.  He  paused.  He  scanned 
the  emaciated  stranger  closely.  He  asked  his  name.  As  the 
word  Kenton "  was  feebly  murmured,  Girty,  with  a  start  of 
surprise,  seized  the  fallen  man  in  his  arms  and  lifted  him  to  a 


328  ,        INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 

couch.  The  savages  looked  on  in  wonder.  Such  a  thing  had 
never  been  known  before.  Bloodier  than  the  bloodiest,  crueler 
than  the  crudest,  had  ever  been  Simon  Girty,  a  savage  born 
amid  civilization,  an  Indian  who  was  the  child  of  white  parents. 

The  white  chief  sent  forth  a  summons  for  a  council.  The 
dark  audience  assembled.  On  the  rows  of  faces  ranged  round 
the  room,  rigid  as  if  carved  in  ebony,  not  a  trace  of  curiosity 
could  be  seen.  But  beneath  every  blanket  beat  a  heart  filled 
with  fierce  and  cynical  wonder.  For  some  moments  there  was 
silence  in  the  council  hall. 

Then  Girty  arose.  He  strode  forward  to  the  center  of  the 
room.  He  recounted  the  story  of  his  own  life;  of  how  he  had 
renounced  the  cause  of  the  white  man,  and  become  an  Indian  of 
Indians ;  of  his  enormous  services  to  the  Wyandots,  and  of  the 
rows  of  white  men's  scalps  which  decorated  his  cabin.  He  asked 
if  he  had  ever  been  accused  of  mercy  to  the  race  from  which 
he  sprang.  Yet,  for  this  single  time,  he  had  a  favor  to  ask. 
That  favor  was  the  life  of  a  friend.  That  friend  was  Simon 
Kenton,  the  wretched  captive  lying  there  on  that  blanket. 
Many  years  before,  said  the  orator,  in  rugged  and  convulsive 
eloquence,  he  and  that  captive  had  been  brothers.  They  had 
slept  under  the  same  blanket.  They  had  hunted  through  the 
same  forests.  They  had  dwelt  in  the  same  wigwam.  For  his 
own  sake  he  asked  that  the  life  of  the  captive  be  spared. 

Girty 's  influence  was  great.  But  the  Wyandots  regarded 
Kenton  as  their  arch-enemy.  The  debate  raged  long  and  loud. 
At  length  the  vote  was  taken.  The  captive  was  saved.  Girty 
took  Kenton  to  his  own  wigwam.  For  three  weeks  he  remained 
there,  recovering  from  his  injuries. 

At  the  end  of  twenty-one  days  i\  new  war  party  returned. 
Many  of  their  number  had  been  slain.  The  families  of  the  dead 
demanded  vengeance.  A  cry  rang  through  the  village  for  the 
life  of  Kenton.  A  council  was  called.  Speaker  after  speaker 
arose,  and  with  vehement  gesture  and  heavy  emphasis,  argued 
that  Kenton  must  be  put  to  death.    Girty  again  put  forth  all 


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329 


his  powers  to  save  his  friend.  But  he  was  OYerwhelmed.  The 
sentence  of  death  was  passed. 

Kenton  was  bound  and  marched  away  to  another  village. 
An  old  Indian  was  sitting  by  the  roadside.  As  he  caught  sight 
of  Kenton  a  spasm  of  passionate  hate  convulsed  his  sullen  fea- 
tures. He  sprang  forward,  and  with  a  blow  from  his  toma- 
hawk cut  open  Kenton's  shoulder,  breaking  the  bone,  and  almost 
severing  the  arm  from  the  body.  In  this  condition  he  was 
driven  on  to  Sandusky,  arriving  there  in  the  evening.  Arrange- 
ments were  at  once  made  to  burn  him  alive  on  the  follow- 
ing morning. 

By  stransre  coincidence  a  British  Indian  ao;ent  was  in  the 
town.  Learning  of  Kenton's  arrival,  he  at  once  demanded  the 
captive,  in  order  that  the  commandant  at  Detroit  might  obtain 
from  him  information  of  the  enemy.  The  Indians  consented  to 
give  him  up  only  on  condition  that  he  be  returned  to  them. 
That  condition  was  never  kept.  He  remained  at  Detroit,  under 
mild  restraint,  from  October,  1777,  to  June,  177S.  In  the  lat- 
ter month  he  resolved  upon  an  escape,  taking  into  his  confidence 
two  young  Kentuckians,  captives  like  himself.  By  great  adroit- 
ness Kenton  managed  to  get  possession  of  three  guns  and  some 
ammunition.  After  a  journey  of  thirty  days  through  a  wilder- 
ness infested  by  Indian  war  parties,  the  three  refugees  arrived 
at  Louisville. 

"  Thus,"  says  a  writer,  terminated  one  of  the  most  remark- 
able series  of  adventure  in  the  whole  realm  of  western  history. 
Kenton  was  eight  times  exposed  to  the .  gauntlet,  and  three 
times  tied  to  the  stake  for  execution.  For  three  weeks  he 
vibrated  between  life  and  death.  Yet,  amid  the  changes  of 
fickle  fortune,  he  remained  perfectly  passive.  No  wisdom,  fore- 
sight, or  exertion  could  have  saved  him.  Fortune,  and  fortune 
alone,  fought  his  battle  from  first  to  last." 

For  many  years,  Kenton  continued  to  be  one  of  the  most 
formidable  Indian  fighters  of  the  valley.  Through  the  details 
of  his  eventful  career  we  may  not  follow  him.    One  incident  is 


330  INDIAN  Til  AGE  DIES  AND  IIOMANCES. 


worth  mentioning.  While  at  Detroit,  an  English  officer  observ- 
ing his  fondness  for  smoking,  and  the  difficulty  of  lighting  his 
pipe,  presented  him  with  a  fine  burning  glass  or  lens,  by  which 
the  tobacco  could  easily  be  kindled  from  the  rays  of  the  sun. 
Two  or  three  years  afterward  Kenton  was  again  taken  prisoner, 
lie  wjis  bound  hand  and  foot,  preparatory  to  an  immediate  exe- 
cution. As  his  last  request  to  his  captors,  he  asked  the  privi- 
lege of  smoking  his  pipe.  He  placed  the  long,  wooden  stem  in 
his  mouth.  The  chief  handed  him  the  customary  flint,  steel,  and 
tinder  for  lighting  the  tobacco. 

With  a  gesture  of  indifference,  Kenton  refused  the  imple- 
ments, to  the  great  astonishment  of  the  savage.  Extending 
his  hand  toward  the  midday  sun,  cleverly  grasping  the  burning- 
glass,  he  adroitly  focused  the  rays  in  the  pipe  bowl  and  was 
(juickly  puffing  clouds  of  smoke  from  his  lips.  The  Indians 
were  dumfounded.  Not  having  noticed  the  glass,  they  sup- 
possed  he  had  lighted  his  pipe  by  letting  the  sunlight  pass 
through  the  circle  formed  by  his  thundj  and  forefinger.  Awe- 
stricken  and  amazed,  they  grouped  together  at  a  little  distance, 
with  mutterings  and  grunts  of  wonder. 

In  a  little  while,  Kenton  refdled  his  pipe,  and  repeated  the 
trick,  accompanying  it  with  three  or  four  cries,  mysterious  and 
startling  to  the  Indians.  No  one  understood  better  than  Ken- 
ton the  superstition  of  their  minds.  Seizing  his  advantage,  he 
made  a  sweeping  gesture,  clasping  his  hands  above  his  head, 
and  transferring  the  glass  to  his  left  hand.  In  a  moment  he 
had  kindled  some  dry  leaves  at  his  side  into  a,  flame. 

Struggling  to  his  feet,  tied  though  they  were,  and  giving  a 
terrific  leap,  such  as  Kenton  alone  could  make,  he  brought  him- 
self to  the  pile  of  fagots  which  had  been  gathered  for  his  tor- 
ture. In  a  moment  a  flame  blazed  up  around  the  stake  as  if 
the  victim  were  already  fastened  to  it.  Kenton  then  beckoned 
to  the  chief  to  unbind  his  ankles.  The  mystified  Indian  durst 
not  disobey  such  a  man.  While  fundding  at  the  thongs,  Kenton 
raised  his  burning-glass,  and  in  a  nioiniMit  raised  a  blister  on  the 


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THE  COURAGE  OF  KENTON. 


red  man's  wrist.  He  jerked  his  hand  away  with  a  howl  of 
pain  only  to  feel  a  spot  of  fire  on  his  head.  This  was  too  much. 
The  chief  and  his  companions  hurriedly  got  behind  the  nearest 
trees.  Kenton  then  unbound  his  own  ankles.  Waving  his  arms 
towards  the  sun,  he  withdrew  the  stopple  from  a  powder-horn, 
dropped  by  the  Indians,  focused  the  sunbeams  upon  the  powder 
within,  and  shook  his  fist  at  his  foes.  In  an  instant  the  powder- 
horn  exploded  with  a  flash  and  roar.  Not  only  had  the  pow- 
der-horn disappeared.  The  Indians  left  at  the  same  instant. 
Kenton  Avas  free. 

The  later  career  of  Kenton  is  a  strange  illustration  of  the 
reverses  in  the  fortunes  of  men.  When  the  Indian  wars  were 
over,  the  brave  and  generous  Kenton  found  himself  without  an 
occupation.  The  lands  which  he  had  bought  were  lost  to  him 
through  technical  flaws  in  the  title.  He  had  braved  the  toma- 
hawk, the  gauntlet,  and  the  stake  in  vain.  The  people  who 
now  came  in  to  occupy  and  possess  the  fair  region,  to  redeem 
which  from  the  savages  he  had  devoted  the  best  years  of  his 
life,  found  no  use  for  the  old  scout.  His  very  body  was  taken 
for  debt.  He  was  imprisoned  for  a  year  on  the  very  spot  where 
he  had  built  the  first  cabin,  planted  the  first  corn,  and  fought 
the  savages  in  a  hundred  fierce  encounters. 

Beggared  by  losses  and  law-suits,  he  moved  to  Ohio  about 
the  beginning  of  this  century.  He  was  elected  brigadier-general 
of  the  State  militia,  and  was  a  soldier  of  the  war  of  1812.  In 
1810  he  joined  the  Methodist  Episcopal  Church,  and  ever  after 
lived  a  consistent  Christian  life.  After  the  war  of  1812  he 
returned  to  his  lonely  cabin  in  the  woods,  near  Urbana,  Ohio. 
In  1820  he  moved  to  Mad  River,  in  stght  of  the  old  Indian  town 
of  Wappatomica,  where  he  had  once  been  tied  to  the  stake. 
Even  here  he  was  pursued  by  judgments  and  executions  from 
the  courts  of  Kentucky.  He  still  had  some  large  tracts  of 
mountain  lands  in  Kentucky  which  were  forfeited  for  taxes.  He 
tried  boring  for  salt  on  them,  but  failed.  His  last  resource  was 
an  appeal  to  the  Kentucky  Legislature  to  release  the  forfeiture, 


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333 


"  So/'  says  McCluug,  in  1824^  when  about  seventy  years 
old,  he  mounted  his  sorry  old  horse,  and,  in  his  tattered  gar- 
ments, commenced  his  dreary  pilgrimage.  The  second  night  he 
stopped  at  the  house  of  James  Galloway,  of  Xenia,  Ohio,  an 
old  friend  and  pioneer. 

Kenton  at  last  reached  Frankfort,  now  become  a  thrifty 
and  flourishing  city.  Here  he  was  utterly  unknown.  All  his 
old  friends  had  departed.  His  dilapidated  appearance  and  the 
sorry  condition  of  his  horse  and  its  wretched  equipments  only 
provoked  mirth.  The  grizzled  old  pioneer  was  like  Rip  Van 
Winkle  appearing  after  his  long  sleep.  He  wandered  up  and 
down  the  streets,  '  the  observed  of  all  observers.'  The  very 
boys  followed  him.  At  length,  the  scarred  old  warrior  was 
recognized  by  General  Fletcher,  an  old  companion-in-arms.  He 
grasped  him  hy  the  hand,  led  him  to  a  tailor-shop,  bought  him  a 
suit  of  clothes  and  hat,  and,  after  he  Avas  dressed,  took  him  to 
the  State  capitol. 

''Here  he  was  placed  in  the  speaker's,  chair,  and  introduced 
to  a  crowded  assembly  of  judges,  citizens,  and  legislators,  as 
the  second  pioneer  of  Kentucky.  The  simple-minded  veteran 
used  to  say  afterwards  that  ^it  was  the  very  proudest  day  of 
his  life,'  and  ten  years  subsequently,  his  friend  Hinde  asserted, 
he  was  wearing  the  self-same  hat  and  clothes.  His  lands  were 
at  once  released,  and  shortly  after,  by  the  warm  exertion  of 
some  of  his  friends,  a  pension  from  Congress  of  two  hundred 
and  fifty  dollars  was  obtained,  securing  his  old  age  from  abso- 
lute want. 

'^'Without  any  further  marked  notice,  Kenton  lived  in  his 
humble  cabin  until  1836,  when,  at  the  venerable  old  age  of 
eighty-one,  he  breathed  his  last,  surrounded  by  his  family  and 
neighbors,  and  supported  by  the  consolations  of  the  Gospel. 
He  died  in  sight  of  the  very  spot  where  the  savages,  nearly 
sixty  years  previous,  proposed  to  torture  him  to  death. 

"General  Kenton  was  of  fair  complexion,  six  feet  one  inch 
in  height.    He  stood  and  walked  very  erect,  and,  in  the  prime 


334 


THE  CO V RAGE  OF  KENTON. 


of  life,  weighed  about  a  hundred  and  ninety  pounds.  He  never 
was  inclined  to  be  corpulent,  although  of  sufficient  fullness  to 
form  a  graceful  person.  He  had  a  soft,  tremulous  voice,  very 
pleasing  to  the  hearer;  auburn  hair  and  laughing  gray  eyes, 
which  appeared  to  fascinate  the  beholder.  He  was  a  pleasant, 
good-humored,  and  obliging  companion.  When  excited,  or  pro- 
voked to  anger,  which  was  seldom  the  case,  the  fiery  glance  of 
his  eye  would  almost  curdle  the  blood  of  those  with  whom  he 
came  in  contact.  His  wrath,  when  aroused,  was  a  tornado.  In 
his  dealings  he  was  perfectly  honest.  His  confidence  in  man 
and  his  credulity  were  such,  that  the  same  man  might  cheat  him 
twenty  times— and,  if  he  professed  friendship,  might  still  con- 
tinue to  cheat  him/' 

Such  w.is  tlie  nian  after  vvhom  was  named  the  countv  of 

4/ 

Kenton,  Kentucky. 


INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  liOMANCES. 


335 


CHAPTER  YIII. 

BRADY,  THE  BACKWOODSMAN. 

APTAIN  SAMUEL  BRADY,  the  liero  of  this 
narrative,  was  born  in  1758.  in  the  town  of 
Shippensburg,  Pennsylvania.  John  Brady,  his 
father,  had  before  him  been  a  brave  and  adven- 
turous man.  On  the  eleventh  day  of  April, 
1779,  this  gentleman,  being  in  command  of  an 
exposed  post,  set  out  for  Fort  Augusta,  to  pro- 
M^^^^^^^i  Q-^YQ  supplies  of  provisions.'  He  had  loa(k^d  his 
wagon  heavily,  and  with  several  guards  started  early  in  the 
afternoon  to  return. 

At  a  certain  point  the  road  forked.  Those  in  charge  of  the 
wagon  went  one  way,  while  Brady  and  a  companion  named 
Smith,  who  were  on  horseback,  took  the  shorter  cut.  The  spot 
was  lonely.  As  the  two  men  rode  slowly  along.  Brady  related 
to  his  companion  an  incident  in  his  life  which  had  made  a  deep 
impression  on  his  mind. 

The  story  he  told  was  as  follows:  In  1776,  information 
had  been  received  at  Fort  Augusta,  of  the  approach  of  Indians. 
Runners  were  at  once  dispatched  to  the  neighboring  settlements. 
In  the  afternoon  Brady  remembered  that  they  had  forgotten  to 
send  word  to  a  trading  post,  occupied  by  a  Dutchman  named 
Derr.    He  threw  himself  into  his  saddle  to  carry  the  message. 

Arriving  at  his  destination,  Brady  found  the  yard  full  of 
Indians,  stretched  out  on  the  oround,  brutalh'  drunk,  while  Derr 
sat  calmly  by.  smoking  his  pipe,  as  if  nothing  unusual  had 
occurred.    Brady  rebuked  him  sternly.    The  Dutchman  replied 


BRADY,  THE  BACKWOODSMAN'. 


that  the  Indians  had  come  and  informed  him  that  they  would 
kill  him  unless  he  gave  them  liquor.  Acting  on  the  hint,  he 
had  politely  rolled  out  a  barrel  of  rum  for  his  guests'  enter- 
tainment.   As  he  spoke,  a  drunken  Indian,  with  a  long  scar  on 


his  left  cheek,  staggered  toward  the  half-emptied  barrel  to  take 
another  drink.  Brady,  however,  interfered,  and  upset  the  barrel, 
spilling  its  contents.  The  Indian  broke  out  into  curses,  and, 
with  bitter  emphasis,  told  Brady  that  the  day  would  yet  come 
when  he  would  regret  that  act. 


CAPTAIN  BRADY  AND  Hl£  CHICKASAW  SCOUT. 


INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


337 


Ever  since  that  time,  said  the  Captain  to  his  companion,  the 
memory  of  that  threat  had  haunted  him.  Knowing  the  Indian 
character,  he  believed  that  if  that  savage  should  ever  chance  to 
meet  him,  the  threat  would  be  fulfilled  by  an  attempt  on  his 
life.  By  this  time  the  riders  had  reached  a  place  of  exceeding 
wildness.  At  that  moment  three  rifles  were  fired  in  quick  suc- 
cession. Brady  dropped  lifeless  on  the  road.  Smith  bounded 
away.  Momentarily  glancing  back,  he  saw  an  Indian  standing 
over  his  dead  friend  flourishing  a  bloody  scalp.  He  also  saw 
that  the  savage  had  a  long  and  prominent  scar  on  the  left  side 
of  his  face. 

Such  was  the  fate  of  the  father  of  Captain  Samuel  Brady. 
Only  the  year  before,  his  younger  brother,  James,  had  also  been 
killed  by  Indians.  The  young  man,  with  three  or  four  compan- 
ions, had  stood  their  guns  against  a  tree.  An  Indian  suddenly 
fired,  at  which  the  others  fled.  Brady,  however,  seized  a  gun, 
and  shot  the  savage,  only  to  find  himself  left  to  contend  alone 
against  a  host  of  enemies.  Two  other  guns  he  also  fired  at  his 
foes  with  fatal  effect,  but  while  reaching  for  the  fourth  gun  was 
knocked  senseless.  He  was  tomahawked,  scalped,  and  left  for 
dead.  Coming  to  conciousness,  the  plucky  fellow  managed  to 
crawl  to  a  settler  s  cabin.  He  lived  three  or  four  days,  and 
then  died  from  his  wounds. 

In  conformity  to  the  wild  customs  of  the  frontier,  the  elder 
brother  took  a  solemn  oath  that  the  remainder-  of  his  life  should 
be  devoted  to  wreaking  a  dreadful  vengeance  on  the  race  whose 
members  had  thus  twice  desolated  the  family  circle. 

In  1780  Brady  was  dispatched  from  Fort  Pitt  to  the  distant 
towns  of  the  Sandusky  on  a  scout.  He  chose  for  his  compan- 
ions a  few  men  and  four  Chickasaw  Indians.  The  season  was 
wet.  The  streams  were  swollen  beyond  their  banks.  Owing  to 
several  mishaps,  their  provisions  ran  low.  The  chart  of  the 
country  which  Brady  carried  proved  to  be  defective  and  mis- 
leading. In  time,  however,  they  reached  the  neighborhood  of 
the  Indian  towns.  .  > 


tiUAl)  i  ,  Ttl  a;  tIA  OK  I  y  OODSMA  N. 


While  stealing  through  the  woods,  the  sound  of  human 
voices  broke  upon  them.  Leaving  his  comrades  behind  him, 
Brady  slipped  forward  to  make  observations.  Sitting  beside 
the  embers  of  a  camp-fire  he  found  two  squaws.  He  turned 
back  unnoticed,  leaving  them  unharmed.  Coming  back  to  his 
companions,  he  detected  by  their  sullen  looks  and  gruff  answers 
that  something  had  happened.  The  young  scout  sat  down 
unconcernedly  to  clean  his  rifle.  For  some  time  nothing  was 
said.  He  then  called  on  the  men  to  hand  him  their  ammuni- 
tion pouches,  in  order  to  make  an  equal  distribution  of  the  pow- 
der on  hand.  Instead  of  ol)eying  the  command,  the  men  flatly 
refused.  They  informed  Brady  that  the  faithless  Chickasaws 
had  deserted,  taking  with  them  all  the  provisions,  and  that 
instead  of  continuing  the  scout,  they  had  resolved  on  flight. 

To  this  startling  announcement  Brady  replied  by  handing 
the  speaker  his  powder-horn,  and  asked  him  to  see  how  much 
powder  it  contained.  There  was  not  a  grain  left.  Raising  his 
gun  to  his  shoulder,  Brad^^  announced  that  he  had  one  load  yet 
in  the  weapon  and  that  he  would  use  to  maintain  his  authority. 
The  men,  awed  into  admiration  for  their  young  leader,  yielded. 
Matters  having  been  thus  settled,  Brady  hid  all  of  his  company 
but  one  man  in  a  ravine.  He  and  his  companion  then  started 
to  the  village,  wading  the  river  to  an  island  opposite  the  town, 
where  they  lay  during  the  night. 

In  the  morning  a  dense  fog  covered  the  landscape.  At  noon 
it  lifted.  The  astonished  spies  discovered  a  vast  concourse  of 
Indians,  evidently  just  returned  from  an  expedition  against  the 
frontiers,  bringing  with  them  a  number  of  fine  horses.  The 
crowd  was  wild  with  hilarity  over  some  races,  by  which  they 
were  testing  the  animals  and  celebrating  the  occasion.  That 
night  Brady,  having  accomplished  the  object  of  his  journey, 
rejoined  his  men  and  commenced  the  return  trip.  Entirely  des- 
titute of  provisions  they  nevertheless  subsisted  for  a  time  on 
strawberries.    Only  one  rifle-charge  was  left  in  the  party. 

The  loaded  gun  was  given  to  Brady.    Discovering  a  deer- 


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track,  the  scout  followed  it,  and,  coming  within  sight  of  the 
animal,  attempted  to  fire.  To  his  intense  disappointment  the 
gun  failed  to  go  off,  and  the  deer  fled.  Brady  picked  the 
touch-hole  of  the  weapon,  and  was  starting  in  renewed  pursuit 
of  the  game,  when  he  discovered  a  party  of  Indians.  They 
were  led  by  a  large  and  powerful  savage  on  horseback,  carrying 
in  his  arms  a  white  child.  The  child's  mother  rode  behind  him 
on  the  horse.    Ten  warriors  followed  the  leader. 

Brady  was  a  kind-hearted  man.  Moreover,  he  was  young, 
and,  therefore,  gallant.  From  his  concealment  his  quick  eye 
perceived  that  the  woman  had  been  brutally  mistreated.  One 
of  her  arms  was  broken.  Her  face  was  a  mass  of  bruises.  Brady 
forgot  himself.  lie  raised  his  gun,  and  aiming  carefully  for  fear 
of  injury  to  the  mother  or  her  child,  fired,  the  unerring  bullet 
plunging  into  the  heart  of  the  savage.  The  Indians  were  par- 
alvzed  bv  friirht  and  confusion. 

Seizing  his  opportunity,  Brady  rushed  forth,  caught  the  child 
in  one  arm,  the  woman  in  the  other,  and  disappeared  in  the 
brush  amid  a  shower  of  balls.  lie  was  infinitely  disgusted  to 
find  that  his  cowardly  men  had  fled,  allowing  two  prisoners  to 
escape.  Nevertheless  he  made  his  way  with  his  two  helpless 
companions  to  Fort  Mcintosh,  and  from  there  to  Pittsburgh, 
where  he  received  the  congratulations  of  General  Broadbead. 

Brady's  next  service  was  a  scout,  with  a  man  named  Phouts, 
in  the  direction  of  the  Susquehanna.  Their  start  was  made  two 
hours  before  day.  At  evening  they  halted  by  a  small  creek  and 
built  a  fire.  While  out  hunting  they  discovered  a  deer-lick, 
and,  as  a  consequence,  brought  into  camp  some  excellent  ven- 
ison. The  following  day,  a  blue  smoke,  floating  above  the  top 
of  a  distant  forest,  indicated  an  Indian  camp.  They  approached 
cautiously  and  discovered,  to  their  surprise,  one  old  Indian  sit- 
ting by  the  fire  mending  his  moccasins.  Phouts  prepared  to 
fire,  but  Brady  prevented  him  from  doing  so,  and  the  two  men 
left  unobserved. 

A  few  hours  later  they  came  upon  a  well-defined  Indian  trail. 


BRADY,  THE  BACKWOODSMAN. 


Brady  noted  the  signs,  and  became  convinced  that  a  strong  party 
of  Indians  had  passed  there  the  previous  day.  He  at  once  deter- 
mined to  take  the  old  savage  captive,  and  return  forthwith  to 
Pittsburgh.  Early  in  the  morning  they  returned  to  the  Indian's 
camp,  and  found  the  savage  lying  on  his  back  by  the  fire. 
Brady  crept  forward  toward  the  Indian,  and  when  within  a  few 
feet,  gave  a  whoop  and  jumped  on  the  prostrate  savage.  A  brief 
struggle  ended  in  the  old  fellow  being  strongly  tied. 

On  being  assured  that  he  would  be  taken  to  Pittsburgh 
unharmed,  the  captive  politely  pulled  aside  some  bushes,  and 
pointed  out  a  most  excellent  canoe.  The  trio  embarked,  floating 
down  the  creek  to  the  spot  where  they  had  encamped  the  pre- 
vious night,  and  landed.  Here  they  encamped  until  morning. 
Brady  rose  early  and  went  up  the  creek  to  where  they  had 
left  some  venison  hanging  on  a  tree,  which  they  wanted  for 
breakfast. 

Meanwhile,  an  interesting  little  occurrence  took  place  in 
Brady's  absence.  The  wily  Indian  complained  to  Phouts,  wdio 
w^as  a  dull  Dutchman,  that  his  cords  hurt  him,  and  begged  his 
guard  to  loosen  them  for  a  few  moments.  The  Dutchman, 
charmed  by  the  docile  behavior  and  extreme  humility  of  the 
prisoner,  took  off  the  cords  entirely. 

The  old  man  sat  meekly  on  the  ground  without  a  suspicious 
movement.  At  a  moment  when  Phouts  stooped  to  fix  the  fire, 
the  Indian  gave  a  lightning  spring  toward  the  Dutchman's  gun, 
which  was  leaning  against  a  tree,  seized  it,  and  fired  at  point- 
blank  range.  In  the  hurry  his  aim  was  bad,  and  the  ball  only 
took  off  a  part  of  the  Dutchman's  bullet-pouch.  Phouts  rushed 
on  the  savage,  and,  wdth  one  blow  from  his  tomahawk,  clove 
asunder  his  skull.  Brady,  alarmed  by  the  report,  hurried  back, 
relieved  to  find  that  nothing  worse  had  happened.  Their  return 
to  Pittsburgh  was  made  without  further  incident. 

Brady's  genius  for  scouting  was  soon  recognized,  and  he 
was  constantly  employed  on  the  most  perilous  missions.  On  one 
occasion  his  bravery  almost  brought  about  a  fiital  result.  He 


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was  taken  captive  by  a  band  of  Indians,  near  Beaver  River. 
He  and  four  companions  had  come  upon  an  Indian  camp.  A 
fire  was  burning,  and  near  by  lay  some  tempting  deer  meat. 
Their  hunger  overcame  their  prudence,  and  the  men,  roasting  the 
venison,  were  soon  in  the  midst  of  a  hearty  meal. 

It  is  said  that  one  of  the  men  stopped  eating,  and  suggested 
that  the  meat  might  be  poisoned.  At  that  instant  there  was  a 
report  from  a  dozen  rifles.  Brady's  four  companions  dropped 
dead.  The  Indians,  recognizing  him,  had  saved  his  life  only  to 
reserve  him  for  the  pleasure  of  torture.  He  was  taken  to  their 
village,  given  the  usual  reception  of  blows  and  beatings,  and  was 
forced  to  run  the  gauntlet.  The  traditional  stake,  with  a  pile  of 
fagots,  was  prepared.  Previous  to  commencing  the  torture, 
he  was  stripped  and  a  circle  of  Indians  formed  around  him  for 
a  fantastic  dance. 

The  torture  fires  were  already  blazing.  He  felt  that  his  end 
was  at  hand,  but  still,  with  cool  head  and  fearless  eye,  he  cal- 
culated the  chances  of  escape.  When  the  dance  was  at  its 
height,  a  squaw,  carrying  in  her  arms  a  young  child,  strode  up 
to  Brady  and  hit  him  a  terrible  blow  with  a  war-club.  She 
was  about  to  repeat  the  outrage  when  Brady,  gathering  all  his 
strength,  sprang  upon  her,  tore  the  child  from  her  arms,  and 
threw  it  clear  over  the  circle  of  dancers  into  the  flames  beyond. 
The  Indians,  struck  with  horror,  rushed,  as  by  one  thought,  to 
rescue  the  child.  This  Brady  had  foreseen.  In  the  midst  of 
the  confusion  he  dashed  through  the  crowd,  overturning  every 
one  in  his  way,  and  disappearing  in  a  neighboring  ravine. 

Another  story  related  of  Brady  places  him  in  company  with 
sixteen  companions.  The  party  was  encamped  for  a  night. 
Towards  morning  a  gun  was  heard,  and  the  scouts  quickly 
withdrew  to  an  elevated  bluff.  Beneath  them  they  discovered 
six  Indians  standing  around  a  fire.  Brady  ordered  his  men  to 
lie  down  while  he  kept  watch.  At  day-break  he  placed  them 
side  by  side,  with  himself  at  the  end  of  the  line.  At  an  oppor- 
tune moment  Brady  touched,  with  his  -  elbow,  the  man  on  his 


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left,  who  in  turn  communicated  it  to  his  neighbor,  and  so  on 
down  the  line.  When  the  nudge  reached  the  last  man,  he  fired, 
followed  by  all  the  others.  Every  Indian  in  the  camp  was 
killed,  with  perhaps,  a  single  exception. 

Brady  and  two  companions,  passing  along  the  northern  shore 
of  the  Ohio,  once  reached  the  neighborhood  of  a  cabin  occupied 
by  a  man  named  Gray.  Suddenly  Brady  detected  the  pres- 
ence of  Indians.  In  the  moment  of  concealing  himself  Brady 
saw  Gray  approaching  carelessly  on  horseback.  As  the  hunter 
passed  him  Brady  sprang  out,  dragged  him  off  his  horse, 
and  whispered,  "  I  am  Sam  Brady.  For  heaven's  sake,  keep 
quiet." 

That  this  summary  treatment  saved  Gray's  life  there  can  be 
no  doubt.  The  four  men  approached  the  site  of  the  cabin  and 
discovered  it  to  be  a  heap  of  embers.  Of  Gray's  wife  and  chil- 
dren there  was  no  trace.  Gray,  frantic  with  grief,  begged  his 
companions  to  join  him  in  pursuit  of  the  abductors.  To  Brady 
such  an  appeal  was  never  made  in  vain.  In  two  hours  they 
came  upon  the  Indians,  who  were  there  in  force.  There,  bound' 
hand  and  foot,  sat  Gray's  wife  and  children. 

The  number  of  the  savages  so  much  exceeded  that  of  Brady's 
party  that  a  night  attack  was  the  only  hope  for  the  rescue  of 
the  captives.  At  an  auspicious  moment  the  four  avengers  stole 
noiselessly  into  the  camp  and  distributed  themselves  among  the 
sleepers.  At  a  given  signal  from  Brady  each  man  tomahawked 
the  nearest  Indians.  The  survivors,  leaping  to  their  feet, 
bounded  into  the  forest,  leaving  their  captives  in  the  hands  of 
the  white  men. 

Probably  the  most  famous  of  Brady's  exploits  is  that  known 
as  "Brady's  Leap."  He  had  been  pursued  by  Indians  for  somn 
distance  from  Sandusky,  and,  at  last,  seemed  to  be  hedged  in 
in  all  directions.  It  w^as  a  principle  with  the  scout  to  never 
surrender.  Taking  in  the  situation  with  a  quick  glance,  he 
bounded  off  toward  a  creek,  at  a  point  where  it  rushed  through 
a  rocky  gorge.    From  bank  to  bank  was  more  than  twenty-fivQ 


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feet.  On  hi--  way,  Brady  limiecl  two  savages  to  the  ground. 
The  whole  swarm  Avere  following  him  with  wild  }-ells.  believing 
that  when  he  reached  the  brink  of  the  chasm,  he  must  be  forced 
 to  pause  and  be- 


BRADY^?  LEAP. 


come  their  captive. 
Rush  in  forward 
with  the  greatest 
i  m  }j  e  t uo  s i  t}' ,  B  r a d }' 
collected  all  his 
energies,  and  as 
his  foot  touched 
the  verge  of  the 
precipice,  he  gave 
a  terrific  leap, 
catching  the  bushes 
on  the  steep,  rocky 
clilf  of  the  opposite 
liaiik.  and  quickly 
scraiiihliug   to  his 

fci't. 

The  Indians  were 
dumfounded.  It 
wa>  not  lonii".  how- 
ever,  till  the}'  made 
their  way  around, 
and  were  again  in 
jtursuit  of  Brady. 
For  his  jiart.  he  had 
recei\  ed  a  bullnt  in 
his  leg  as  he  jumppd 
the  chasm,  and  found,  himself  unable  to  maintain  his  terrific 
speed.  He  made  his  way  to  a  body  of  water,  which  still  bears 
the  name  of  "Brady's  Lake."  He  unhesitatingly  plunged  in, 
diving  to  a  spot  covered  bv  pond  lilies.  Here  he  found  that 
he  could  keep  his  face  under  water  by  breathing  through  the 


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BRADY,  THE  BACKWOODSMAN. 


hollow  stem  of  a  weed.  The  Indians  followed  his  bloody  track 
to  the  edge  of  the  lake,  and  concluded  that  he  had  committed 
suicide.  When  their  pursuit  was  abandoned  Brady  came  out  of 
the  water  and  made  his  way  home. 

In  1786  Captain  Brady  married  a  Miss  Drucilla  Swearingen. 
Her  father,  a  prominent  soldier  of  the  Revolution,  objected  to 
the  match,  but  the  beautiful  young  lady,  enamored  with  the 
prowess  and  prestige  of  her  lover,  married  him.  The  fond  and 
lovely  wife  suffered  greatly  in  mind  during  the  absences  of  her 
brave  husband  on  lengthy  scouts.  He  was  always  a  little  lame 
from  the  wound  received  at  the  time  of  his  famous  leap.  He 
also  became  quite  deaf  in  his  old  age.  This  he  attributed  to 
his  having  remained  so  long  under  the  water  of  the  lake.  His 
last  years  were  spent  at  West  Liberty,  West  Virginia,  where 
he  died. 


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CHAPTER  IX. 

THE  DAYS  OF  DANIEL  BOONE. 

BOOK  of  AiiiericcUl  pioneers  would  be  incomplete 
without  a  sketch  of  Daniel  Boone,  the  pioneer 
of  Kentucky.  It  is  not  because  he  had  such 
thrilling  adA^entures,  for  the  experiences  of 
many  of  the  borderers  far  surpassed  those  of 
Boone  in  wild  heroism  and  w^onderful  feats.  It 
is  the  character  of  Boone  wdiich  impressed  itself 
upon  the  minds  of  his  contemporaries,  and  gives 
him  such  a  prominent  place  in  the  history  of  the  Ohio  valley  . 
His  grandfather  came  to  this  country  from  England.  No  fur  ■ 
ther  reason  need  be  sought  for  this  move  on  the  part  of  the 
old  gentleman  than  the  fact  that  he  had  nineteen  children.  H3 
possessed  peculiar  qualifications  for  the  population  of  a  new 
country. 

Our  hero  was  born  in  Berks  County,  Pennsylvania,  but  his 
f^iraily  removed  at  an  early  day  to  North  Carolina.  His  educa- 
tion consisted  in  a  short  term  at  a  school,  opened  by  a  wander- 
ing Irishman.  The  building  w^as  a  square  log  structure,  w^ith  a 
fire-place  occupying  one  side  of  the  room,  and  holding  a  log  ten 
feet  long.  One  day  young  Boone  found  himself  at  a  spot  where 
his  schoolmaster  had  been  observed  to  frequently  stop.  Under 
some  vines  he  discovered,  to  his  surprise,  a  bottle  of  whisky. 
That  night  Master  Boone  took  some  comrades  into  his  confi- 
dence, and  poured  into  the  bottle  a  quantity  of  tartar-emetic. 

Having  set  up  the  job,  the  boys  w^aited  on  the  following 
morning  for  the  denouement.     During  recess   the  boys,  with 


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many  a  poke  in  one  another's  ribs,  observed  the  unsuspecting 
pedagogue  going  to  the  spot  where  the  bottle  was  hidden.  He 
reappeared  in  a  few  moments  with  his  face  red  as  fire,  Tl^e 
school  was  called  together  more  quickly  than  usual,  and  the 
urchins  trembled  on  their  puncheon  seats.  The  first  two  schol- 
ars made  wretched  failures  of  their  lessons,  and  received  terrific 
thrashings.  Boone's  turn  came  next.  The  Irishman's  face  was  as 
white  as  paper.  Boone's  head  was  buzzing  with  curiosity  about 
the  whisky  bottle,  and  he  too  failed.  The  master  began  to 
whi[)  his  pupil  when  the  medicine  began  to  take  fearful  etfect. 
Boone  revenged  himself  for  his  beating  by  throwing  the  wretched 
man  down,  at  which  signal  the  whole  school  joined  in  a  shout 
and  ran  off. 

We  have  one  other  brief  glimpse  of  Boone's  boyhood.  One 
evening  he  failed  to  return  from  a  hunt.  His  father  and  neigli- 
bors  set  out  to  search  for  the  missing  lad,  who  was  but  fourteen 
years  old.  At  the  end  of  two  days  the  father  found  the  lad  living 
in  a  temporary  hovel  of  sods  and  branches.  Numerous  skins  of 
wild  animals  decorated  the  place.  A  piece  of  venison  was  roast- 
ing at  the  fire.    Here  the  boy  was  enjoying  himself  all  alone. 

When  he  arrived  at  manhood,  Boone  married  Rebecca  Bryan. 
The  first  explorers  brought  back  glowing  reports  of  Kentucky, 
and  in  1769,  Boone,  fascinated  by  these  stories,  Avith  five  com- 
panions, started  to  view  this  inland  paradise  themselves.  They 
built  a  cabin  on  Red  River,  to  protect  themselves  from  a 
tremendous  rain,  which  fell  steadily  for  two  weeks.  Here  they 
remained  almost  stationary  for  six  months.  The  vast  droves  of 
buffalo  and  shadowy  herds  of  deer  supplied  the  men  with  profit- 
able employment  and  exciting  pleasure. 

On  the  22d  of  December,  1769,  Boone  and  Stuart  resolved 
to  explore  the  interior  of  the  country.  In  all  the  six  months 
of  their  residence  in  the  lovely  region,  neither  the  figure  or  even 
a  foot-print  of  a  savage  had  been  seen.  After  a  few  days'  jour- 
ney, the  men  discovered  a  lofty  mountain,  which  they  climbed, 
in  order  to  obtain  a  view  of  the  country.    Standing  on  its  top, 


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their  dark  figures  outlined  against  the  sky,  and  visible  for  many 
miles,  the  hunters'  eyes  were  gladdened  with  a  view  of  the  faii- 
est  landscape  in  the  world.  Sloping  hills,  alternated  wdth  lovel  v 
valleys;  leafless  forests,  with  wide  extended  plains.  Far  to 
the  north  rolled  the  peaceful  Ohio,  beyond  which  lay  expanses 
of  a  country  destined  to  be  the  seat  of  empire,  the  home  of  busy 
millions. 

Coming  down  from  the  mountain,  little  suspecting  any  dan- 
ger, the  two  hunters  were  startled  by  a  terrific  yell  just  to  their 
right.  At  the  same  instant  the  bushes  parted,  and  dark  forms 
emerging  quickly,  surrounded  them,  and  they  were  taken 
prisoners. 

The  captives  were  as  yet  ignorant  of  Indian  customs.  They 
knew  not  one  word  of  the  language.  As  the  howling  captors 
bound  them  and  marched  them  off  to  the  forest,  Boone  did  not 
know  but  that  it  might  be  to  his  death.  He  had,  however,  the 
cold  and  self-possessed  temper  w^hich  has  in  all  times  charac- 
terized men  of  action  and  leadership,  a  disposition  which  knows 
no  special  joy  nor  disheartening  depression.  There  was  nothing 
to  be  done  except  to  obey  his  savage  guards. 

Manners  are  an  art.  It  has  been  said  that  there  is  a  mode 
of  conduct  possible  which  will  blind  the  shrewdest  insight  and 
foil  the  most  expert  observer.  The  popular  notion  of  the  art  of 
manners  assumes  that  it  belongs  solely  to  the  refined,  the  ele- 
gant; that  its  home  is  in  society,  and  its  disciples  the  votaries 
of  fashion.  Yet  the  languid  belle  and  the  prancing  dandy  are 
by  no  means  the  only  nor  the  real  experts  in  manneis.  The 
shaggy  backwoodsman,  dressed  in  the  skin  of  wild  animals, 
speaking  in  a  peculiar  dialect  of  frontier  pln'asoology,  and  pass- 
ing his  life  in  restless  warfare  with  a  hideous  and  bloo<l~tl)irsty 
foe,  practices  the  so-called  parlor  art  with  infinitely  more  zeal 
and  success  than  the  empty-headed  throngs  of  fashiona We  society- 

Boone,  on  this  occasion,  revealed  his  superior  skill  in  this 
regard.  Though  his  heart  was  full  of  apprehension,  his 
demeanor  iudicaled  the  most  fearless  indifference,     He  acted 


BOONE  RESCUES  THE  GALLOWAY  SI5TER3. 


THE  DAYS  OF  J)ax:j:l  hooyE. 


3i9 


a  part.  He  had  a  care  lur  ilie  tone  ui'  Aoice.  the  poise  of 
his  head,  the  lengtli  of  his  step,  the  expression  of  his  eye. 
He  succeeded  iu  what  he  was  about.  The  Indians  insensibly 
o^aA-e  wav  to  the  inthience  of  his  uianncrs.  Readinu^  in  his  eve 
no  fear,  and  in  his  air  no  discontent,  tlieir  Augihince  insensibly 
relaxeih  They  and  their  captive  could  not  exchange  one  single 
word.    It  was  all  pantomine.  or  manners. 

On  the  seventh  rught  after  the  capture,  the  Indians  went 
to  sleep.  For  thriM'  days  Boone  had  been  nnbound.  At  night 
the  bonds  had  heretofore  been  replaced.  l>ut  what  need  wa- 
there  to  tie  a  man  who  was  willing  to  stay  Avith  them  an\  how. 

Boone  and  his  companion  escaped.  The}'  did  not  kill  any 
of  their  guards,  nor  did  they  attempt  it.  It  wa.-  not  a  phys- 
ical .'ichievement.  but  a  mental  one.  They  made  their  way  back 
to  their  cabin.  The  door  was  open.  The  rude  furniture  was 
liroken  in  pieces.  There  was  no  fire  in  the  fire-place.  The  stock 
of  skins,  the  fruit  of  six  months*  toil,  was  eone.  There  was  no 
clue  to  their  companions.  The  wh(de  thing  w;i<  a  mystery,  and 
Continued  t()  lie  so.  To  the  day  of  \\\<  death.  Pxioue  never 
knew  whetlier  tin:'  other  men  had  stolen  the  stock  and  made  oil' 
Avith  it.  or  Avhether  they  had  been  killed  b}'  Indians,  and  the 
cabin  plundered  by  the  murderers. 

There  are  some  rare  joys  in  the  life  in  the  Avilderness.  Such 
was  the  accidental  meeting  in  the  wilderness  of  Boone  Avith  his 
brother.  Avho.  AAuth  a  companion,  had  also  come  up  to  Kentucky. 
There  are  many  sorroAvs  in  a  life  in  the  Avilderness.  Such  Avas 
that  AAdiich  befell  Boone  Avhen.  a  fcAv  days  later,  he  and  Stuart 
were  pursued  by  Indians,  and  Stuart  was  killed  and  scalped. 

Only  a  week  afterAvard,  a  still  more  distressing  calamity  hap- 
pened. The  companion  of  Boone's  brother  happened  to  remain 
away  from  the  camp  one  night  on  a  hunt.  Finding,  in  a  day  or 
two.  that  he  did  not  return,  the  two  brothers  began  a  search. 
In  time  they  came  upon  the  remains  of  the  unfortunate  man. 
While  asleep  by  his  fire,  he  Avas  surrounded  and  attacked  by  a 
troop  of  famished  Avolves.    The  >tock  of  his  gun  Avas  shattered 


;ir)()         ■  JA'JJJAA'  TnAdKDlI'lS  AM)  L'OMANCKS. 

from  the  desperate  use  he  had  made  of  it  in  trying  to  beat  back 
the  animals.  At  last,  his  strength  failing,  the  throng  of  brutes 
had  borne  him  to  the  ground,  and  quickly  stripped  the  flesh 
from  his  bones,  which  the  Boones  found  scattered  about.  But 
for  the  gun,  the  remains  would  have  been  beyond  identification. 

Boone  and  his  brother  thus  left  alone  soon  found  their  ammu- 
nition supply  running  low.  The  brother  returned  to  Carolina 
to  procure  a  new  stock  of  powder  and  ball,  leaving  Boone  m 
complete  solitude.  I  was,"  he  says,  "  left  by  myself,  without 
bread,  salt,  or  sugar,  without  the  company  of  my  fellow-crea- 
tures, or  even  a  horse  or  dog."  On  the  27th  of  July,  1770,  his 
brother  returned.  He  brought  with  him  two  good  horses,  Avith 
heavy  packs  of  the  much-needed  supplies.  Not  till  March,  '71, 
did  they  think  of  returning.  Dnring  all  this  time  they  main- 
tained ceaseless  vigilance,  never  making  a  permanent  camp. 
During  his  brother's  absence,  Boone  had  frequently  slept  in  a 
canebrake,  without  fire,  and  heard  the  yell  of  the  Indians 
around  him. 

At  the  date  last  named  Daniel  rejoined  his  family  after  an 
al)sence  of  three  years,  during  whicli  he  had  tasted  neither 
bread  nor  salt.  He  came  home  fired  Avith  tlie  fever  for  remov- 
ing to  the  new  country.  He  sold  out  his  property,  loaded  some 
horses  and  milch  cow\s  with  the  necessary  baggage,  and,  amid 
prophecies  of  their  destruction,  started  back  to  the  wilderness 
with  his  wife  and  children. 

His  clear  statements  of  the  advantages  of  the  region  induced 
five  other  families  and  forty  well  armed  men  to  accompanj^  him. 
The  party  felt  great  confidence  in  its  ,  strength.  Pride  goeth 
before  destruction.  The  party  of  immigrants  were  attacked  by 
Indians  near  Cumberland  Mountain,  and  six  of  their  number 
killed,  among  whom,  to  the  infinite  sorrow  of  the  great  pioneer, 
was  Boone's  eldest  son.  This  reception  so  startled  the  party 
that  they  beat  a  hasty  retreat  to  the  settlements  on  Clinch 
River,  forty  miles  to  their  rear,  where  they  remained  for  sev- 
eral years.  ^ 


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In  1774  and  177o  Daniel  Boone  ivas  engaged  in  the  border 
conflicts  of  the  time.  Only  one  incident  of  his  part  in  these 
struggles  has  been  preserved.  He  was  taken  prisoner  one 
night  by  the  Indians.  He  had  just  extinguished  his  camp-fire, 
wrapped  himself  in  his  blanket,  and  lain  down  to  sleep,  being, 
as  was  his  custom,  on  a  lone  hunt,  when  he  suddenly  felt  him- 
self seized  in  the  darkness  by  a  number  of  hands. 

Resistance  was  useless.  He  was  bound  with  strips  of  buf- 
falo hide,  and  carried  tu  the  Indian  camp.  The  squaws  imme- 
diately began  to  search  their  prisoner  for  A'aluables.  and  they 
soon  drew  forth  a  flask  of  strong  whisky.  Boone  looked  on 
with  secret  joy  as  he  -aw  the  bottle  passed  around  from  moutii 
to  mouth.  He  earnestly  wished  that  tlie  Ijottle  vras  ten  times 
its  size,  and  that  every  drop  might  strercli  a  hv^^x^  dead-drunk 
on  the  ground.  He  felt,  to  his  sorrow,  that  there  was  not 
enough  liquor  tu  intoxicate  the  company. 

At  that  moment  a  gun  was  heard  in  the  distance.  The 
braves  jumped  up.  held  a  short  talk  with  the  squaAvs.  pointing 
frequently  to  Boone,  and  then  seizino-  their  guns,  hurried  away 
in  the  darkness  to  see  what  the  firing  nf  the  gun  meant.  Tlie 
squaws  sat  down  cross-legged  around  the  fire,  and  took  frequeiu 
drinks  from  the  bottle  until,  one  by  one.  they  sprawled  out  on 
the  ground,  and  went  sound  asleep. 

It  was  the  time  for  action.  With  the  frontiersman's  ina^e- 
unity  and  pluck.  Boone  rolled  over  and  over  toward  the  fire, 
held  his  feet  and  then  his  hands  in  the  blaze,  in  spite  of  the 
torture,  until  his  bonds  were  burnt  asimder.  He  sprang  to  his 
feet.  and.  though  severely  ljurned.  snatched  up  his  rifle  for 
escape.  He  says,  that  at  that  moment  he  was  on  the  point  of 
tomahawking  the  drunken  squaws,  but  on  second  thought 
reflected  that  to  kill  such  defenseless  wretches  would  be  mur- 
der, and  he  desisted.  Devotins;  his  tomahawk  to  less  blood v 
work,  he  walked  to  an  ash  sapling,  and  chopped  out  three  large 
chips  to  mark  the  spot.  He  concealed  himself  in  a  canebrake, 
and.  in  a  day  or  two.  made  his  way  home. 


INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


Many  years  afterward  a  gentleman  laid  out  and  purchased 
a  tract  of  several  thousand  acres,  and,  by  chance,  took  as  one 
of  the  corners  of  his  survey  "an  ash  marked  by  three  distinct 
notches  of  the  tomahawk."  Another  series  of  years  rolled  by, 
the  ash  had  grown  until  the  bark  had  completely  covered  the 
marks.  The  land  became  involved  in  litigation.  It  was  impos- 
sible to  find  the  boundary  tree. 

Daniel  Boone,  who  at  that  time  vv^as  living  in  Missouri,  was 
sent  for  to  identify  the  spot.  He  had  almost  forgotten  the  inci- 
dent we  have  related,  but,  after  talking  the  matter  over,  remem- 
bered it.  He  returned  to  Kentucky,  and,  in  company  with  sev- 
eral witnesses,  went  to  the  locality  where  he  had  been  a  pris- 
oner twenty  years  before.  Waiting  until  the  moon  rose,  so  as 
to  reproduce,  as  far  as  possible,  his  surroundings  on  the  night 
of  his  capture,  Boone  started  through  the  woods,  eying  each 
tree  attentively,  and  at  last  stopped  before  a  large  ash,  averring 
po^tively  that  it  was  the  tree. 

His  companions  examined  the  trunk  closely.  Not  a  mark 
was  to  be  seen  in  the  bark.  The  men  w^ere  skeptical,  but  Boone 
took  an  ax  and  cut  off  a  strip  of  the  bark.  Still  nothing  was 
to  be  seen.  He  then  scraped  and  cut  with  his  butcher-knife, 
until  he  did  come  to  a  place  where  the  tree  had  been  scarred 
a  long  time  before.  The  astonished  men  then  went  to  work, 
scraped  the  whole  trunk  carefully  until  three  hacks,  as  plain  as 
three  notches  ever  were,  could  be  seen.  On  the  strength  of 
this  remarkable  testimony  the  gentleman  who  had  sent  for 
Boone  won  his  lawsuit. 

In  the  spring  of  1775  Boone  and  some  companions  were 
employed  to  guard  a  company  of  surveyors  through  Kentucky. 
The  party  had  two  battles  with  the  Indians,  losing  eleven  of 
their  number.  These  attacks  suggested  the  necessity  of  build- 
ing a  small  fort,  lest  the  Indians  should  little  by  little  destroy 
the  whole  party.  For  two  weeks  the  men  w^orked  with  unre- 
mitting toil  in  the  construction  of  a  block-house  on  the  Ken- 
tucky Hiver,  to  which  the  name  of  Boonesborough  was  eventu- 


THE  DAY>  OF  DASIEL  BOOXE. 


353 


allv  given.  Beside  the  bloek-hoiise  several  cabins  vrere  built, 
and  tlie  Avhole  stirruimdHd  by  a  palisade. 

AtbfH  the  work  was  done  it  lookeil  so  strong,  so  secure  :  it 
was  such  a  snug  retreat  from  all  the  dangers  of  the  fornst.  that 
Boone  resolved  to  brino-  his  family  there.  He  rettirned  tu  the 
settlement  on  the  Cdintdi  Biver.  and  at  once  started  with  Airs. 
Boone  and  her  daughters  for  the  new  tort  in  Kentucky.  The 
women  of  Boone"s  family  were  the  first  white  women  who  ever 
looked  upon  the  Kentucky  Biver.  A  few  months  prior  to  the 
founding  of  Boonesborough  James  Harrod  had  erected  a  block- 
house at  Harrodsburg.  These  two  places  soon  became  famotis 
as  the  only  refuge  from  the  savages  sotith  of  the  Ohio. 

Boone's  farnil}'  had  a  lonely  life.  Yet  the  excitement  in 
whieh  they  lived,  growing  ottt  nf  constant  danger  from  wild 
animals  and  Indians,  took  the  place  of  companionship.  Three 
more  families  soon  came  to  make  their  home  in  the  fort.  After 
a  few  months"  residence,  the  women  of  the  place  were  accus- 
tomed to  ventttre  outside  of  the  palisade  for  short  distances. 

One  July  day.  Jemima  Bomuc.  with  two  girls  named  Cal- 
loway, grooving  weary  of  the  cramped  quarters  of  the  palisade, 
took  a  canoe,  and  crossed  the  Kentucky  Biver  to  a  point  where 
the  overhanging  trees  formed  a  dense  and  pleasant  shade.  The 
cool  retreat  affnrded  an  asTeeable  relief  from  the  heat  of  a  Julv 
day.  These  pioneer  girls  had  few  pleasttres.  and  the  little 
diversion  was  all  the  more  enji:>yed. 

"While  floating  lazily  in  the  water,  sometimes  splashing  with 
their  paddles,  five  Indians  hid  themselves  near  by.  The  girls 
were  ttnconscious  of  any  impending  danger,  tintil  they  discov- 
ered that  their  boat,  propelled  by  an  ttnseen  force,  was  moving 
into  a  leafy  nook  out  uf  sight  of  the  fort.  Looking  for  the 
cause,  they  discovered  in  front  of  them  the  head  of  an  Indian. 
He  was  swimming  with  all  his  might  with  the  tying  rope  of  the 
boat  in  his  teeth.  The  girls  screamed  at  the  top  of  their  voices, 
They  Avere  heard  at  the  fort.  The  men  were  scattered  through 
the  forest,  busy  with  their  usual  occtipations. 


354:        ,  ,  INDIAN  'liiAGE DIES  AND  ROMANCES. 

Before  any  thing  could  be  done  to  rescue  the  girls,  the 
Indians  had  seized  them  and  started  off  through  the  forest  at 
the  top  of  their  speed.  It  was  nearly  two  hours  before  word 
of  the  horrible  mishap  could  be  sent  to  the  men  of  the  fort 
and  a  party  of  sufficient  strength  made  up  to  attempt  a  rescue. 
Those  hours  seemed  ages.  The  women  at  the  fort  wrung  their 
hands  in  agony,  while  the  one  man  who  happened  to  be  there 
hurried  off  to  find  help.  When  Boone  at  last  got  started  with 
eight  companions,  the  Indians  were  several  miles  in  advance. 

Darkness  came  on,  but  the  pursuers  caught  no  glimpse  of 
the  chase.  All  through  the  night  the  white  men,  with  a  skill 
which  we  of  the  present  day  can  neither  explain  nor  understand, 
followed  the  trail  of  the  savages.  Some  time  during  the  follow- 
ing night  the  ruffians  were  discovered.  They  were  attacked 
and  driven  off  before  they  had  time  to  kill  their  fair  prisoners. 
Two  of  the  Indians  were  killed,  while  Boone's  party  was  unin- 
jured. The  poor  girls  were  overjoyed  at  their  rescue,  and  the 
glad  welcome  which  they  received  at  the  fort  on  their  return 
may  well  be  imagined. 

The  wandering  band  of  Indians  who  had  captured  the  three 
girls  was  a  precursor  of  a  host  of  warriors  who  were  on  their 
way  to  destroy  the  white  settlements.  Two  hundred  braves 
surrounded  Boonesborough,  and  for  two  days  attempted  to  cap- 
ture the  place.  They  retreated  only  to  renew  the  attempt  a  few 
days  later.  Now  and  then  some  defender  of  the  fort  was  killed, 
so  that  the  garrison  was  depleted  to  fifteen  men.  The  Indians 
fought  with  great  boldness.  Under  cover  of  night,  they  stole 
up  to  the  gates  of  the  fort,  and  attempted  to  hew  them  down 
with  their  tomahawks.  The  arrival  of  a  hundred  men,  under 
Colonel  Bowman,  coming  to  the  relief  of  Boonesborough,  Har- 
rodsburg,  and  Logan's  Fort,  suddenly  put  an  end  to  the  siege. 

The  wants  of  the  little  community  could  not  be  supplied 
without  some  exposure  and  risk.  The  dangers  of  hunting  were 
great.  Behind  each  tree  or  log  might  lurk  a  savage.  A  still 
greater  danger  was  the  procurement  of  salt.    In  January,  1778, 


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355 


Boone  took  thirty  men  to  the  Blue  Lick,  to  make  salt  for  all 
the  different  stations  in  Kentucky. 

It  is  related  that  one  day  he  had  wandered  some  distance 
from  his  party,  and  was  suddenly  confronted  by  two  stalwart 
Indians.  Boone  threw  himself  behind  a  tree,  and  cautiously 
exposed  a  small  portion  of  his  body,  to  attract  their  aim.  An 
Indian  fired,  and  Boone  dropped  as  if  killed.  To  make  the 
second  savage  throw  away  his  shot,  Boone  repeated  the  trick, 
and  while  the  two  Indians  were  hurriedly  attempting  to  reload, 
rushed  out  and  deliberately  shot  the  foremost  savage.  He  then 
advanced  upon  the  other  Indian. 

The  white  man  relied  on  his  knife,  the  Indian  on  his  toma- 
hawk. Boone  planted  his  foot  on  the  corpse  of  the  dead  sav- 
age, and  awaited  the  attack  with  resolute  eye  and  compressed 
lips.  His  antagonist  advanced,  and  with  the  well-known,  quick, 
circular  movement,  was  about  to  bury  his  hatchet  in  the  white 
man's  brain.  At  the  instant,  when  the  Indians  arm  was  lifted, 
Boone,  quick  as  lightning,  plunged  his  knife  into  his  exposed 
side.  There  was  a  spurt  of  hot  blood  which  crimsoned  the 
hand  upon  the  knife  handle,  a  convulsive,  despairing  groan. 
The  hatchet  descended,  but  slipped  from  the  nerveless  grasp 
and  stuck  in  the  ground.  The  Indian  threw  his  hands  to  his 
side  in  vain  attempt  to  stop  the  crimson  tide,  bestowed  one  look 
of  unutterable  malignity  and  hopelessness  upon  the  man  Avho 
still  stood  confronting  him  with  the  bloody  hand  and  knife  yet 
held  aloft,  then  fell  to  rise  no  more. 

On  the  7th  of  February  Boone,  while  out  hunting,  discov- 
ered a  war  party  of  a  hundred  Indians  approaching  him.  He 
took  to  flight,  but  being  then  a  man  beyond  the  prime  of  life, 
and  somewhat  stiff  from  exposure,  he  was  unable  to  contend 
with  the  swift  braves  who  pursued  him.  He  was  captured  and 
taken  back  to  the  lick,  where  he  found  his  whole  party  of 
twenty-seven  men  prisoners  like  himself. 

At  this  point  we  note  a  significant  fact.  The  Indians 
neither  tortured  their  prisoners  nor  offered  to  put  them  to  death. 


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The  conflict  with  the  white  man  was  a  recent  thing  with  the 
tribes  so  far  west.  Boone  and  his  companions  were  taken  to 
the  Indian  town  of  Chillicothe.  As  usual,  Boone's  mild  and 
patient  character  made  its  impression  upon  the  savages.  While 
his  courage  excited  the  admiration  of  the  fiercest  brave,  his 
gentleness  touched  the  heart  of  the  humblest  squaw.  His 
knowledge  of  human  nature  also  helped  him.  Sometimes  he 
was  invited  to  engage  in  shooting  matches  with  the  Indians. 
On  such  occasions  he  usually  took  care  to  plant  his  bullets  a 
little  wider  from  the  mark  than  the  Indians,  lest  he  should  excite 
their  animosity  by  beating  them. 

In  the  spring  Boone  was  taken  to  Detroit.  Here  Governor 
Hamilton  himself  offered  <£100  for  his  ransom,  but  so  strong 
was  the  affection  of  the  Indians  for  their  prisoner  that  they 
refused  to  consider  it.  Several  English  gentlemen,  touched 
with  sympathy  for  the  misfortunes  of  the  old  pioneer,  made 
pressing  offers  of  money  and  other  articles ;  but  old  Boone, 
with  sturdy  independence,  refused  to  receive  benefits  which  he 
could  never  return.  In  this  incident  we  discover  the  character 
of  Boone's  reputation.  It  was  in  the  midst  of  the  Bevolution- 
ary  War.  Yet  the  Englishmen  recognized  Boone  as  a  non- 
combatant.  The  Indians  themselves  knew  that  he  was  not  an 
Indian  fighter.    He  was  simply  and  truly  a  pioneer. 

Boone  was  taken  back  to  Chillicothe,  only  to  be  terrified  by 
the  preparation  of  a  great  war-party  for  an  attack  on  Boones- 
borough.  His  anxiety  on  account  of  his  wife  and  children 
became  intolerable.  He  resolved,  at  every  risk,  to  attempt  an 
escape  so  as  to  warn  them  of  the  impending  danger.  Early 
one  morning  he  started  from  Chillicothe,  directing  his  course 
toward  Boonesborough.  He  traversed  the  one  hundred  and 
sixty  miles  in  four  days,  during  which  time  he  ate  but  one  meal 
and  slept  none. 

Just  at  sunset  he  came  in  sight  of  the  fort.  The  gates 
were  open.  Some  women  were  leisurely  milking  the  cows  on  a 
pleasant  stretch  of  turf  some  distance  from  them.    A  little 


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further  off  a  man  was  chopping  wood.  The  whole  place  looked  to 
the  returned  captive  like  a  bit  of  Acadia.  Every  thing  wore  an  air 
of  peace  and  quiet,  as  if  danger  were  the  farthest  thing  from  the 
minds  of  the  little  company  of  pioneers.  Boone,  hoarse,  hag- 
gard, disfigured  by  Indian  paint  and  costume,  his  eyes  glaring 
wildly  from  their  sunken  sockets,  shouted  to  the  people  to  come 
into  the  fort.  At  the  apparition  waving  its  arms  in  the  twi- 
light, the  people  made  haste  to  follow  its  advice^  fleeing  wildly 
to  the  gates  as  if  it  were  a  wild  man. 

A  moment  later  old  Boone  was  recognized.  A  shout  of 
welcome  went  up.  Receiving  the  greetings  of  his  friends,  he 
told  them  in  a  few  short  words  of  their  danger,  ordered  every 
person  outside  the  gates  to  be  called  in,  and  preparation  to  be 
made  for  an  Indian  attack.  This  done,  he  looked  anxiously 
around  for  his  family.  A  hard  disappointment  awaited  him. 
Wife  and  daughters,  giving  him  up  for  dead,  had  returned  to 
North  Carolina,  taking  all  his  property  with  them.  Swallowing 
his  chagrin,  Boone,  after  a  rest,  went  to  work  with  a  will  to  repair 
and  strengthen  the  fort.  Traces  of  lurking  Indians  could  be 
seen  in  the  surrounding  woods,  spies,  no  doubt,  upon  the  fort. 
Their  reports  must  have  been  bad,  as  the  Indian  invasion  was 
not  forthcoming. 

In  the  previous  September,  Simon  Kenton  had  abandoned 
his  cabin  at  Washington,  Kentucky,  and  seeing  a  white  man 
who  told  him  that  a  settlement  had  already  been  made  in  the 
interior  at  a  place  called  Boonesborough,  had  repaired  to  this 
place.  He  was  overjoyed  to  find  a  substantial  fort,  and  was 
greeted  by  Boone  himself. 

Kenton  was  a  valuable  accession  to  the  place.  It  was  on 
the  failure  of  the  Indian  invasion  to  materialize  that  Boone 
resolved  on  his  expedition  against  the  Indian  village  at  Paint 
Creek.  We  have  elsewhere  mentioned  the  fact  of  Boone's 
retreat,  on  finding  that  his  advance  was  discovered,  and  have 
related  the  adventures  of  Kenton,  who  resolved  to  go  on  with 
his  friend  Montgomery. 


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Boone's  reason  for  retreat  was  the  conviction  that  the  whole 
Indian  force  were  now  on  their  way  to  Boonesborough,  and  that 
the  condition  of  the  fort  and  of  his  own  party  was  extremely 
critical.  He  hurried  back,  and  fell  in  with  the  trail  of  a  great 
Indian  war-party  headed  directly  towards  Boonesborough.  Mak- 
ing a  wide  detour  to  avoid  the  savages,  and  traveling  night  and 
day,  he  and  his  men  reached  the  fort  on  the  evening  of  the 
seventh  day,  in  advance  of  the  Indians. 

On  the  following  morning,  five  hundred  warriors  appeared 
before  the  fort.  They  were  commanded  by  British  officers. 
The  ensuing  siege  was,  in  fact,  an  obscure  chapter  in  the  Bevo- 
lutionary  War.  A  demand  for  surrender  was  made,  accompanied 
by  the  significant  and  cruel  hint  that,  if  hostilities  ensued,  the 
handful  of  British  officers  would  hardly  be  able  to  restrain  the 
Indians  from  massacring  the  members  of  the  garrison  should 
they  be  taken  prisoners.  Boone  asked  two  days  to  consider. 
The  request,  strange  to  say,  was  granted. 

The  intervening  time  was  busily  employed  in  strengthening 
the  fort.  Every  man  resolved  to  die  in  its  defense  rather  than 
surrender.  When  Boone  informed  the  British  commander  of  his 
decision,  the  latter  said  that  he  meant  no  harm  to  the  settlers, 
and  that  if  nine  of  the  principal  men  would  come  out  of  the 
fort  and  treat  with  him,  he  and  his  Indians  would  at  once  go 
away.  For  some  unexplained  reason,  Boone  assented  to  this 
proposal,  and,  with  eight  picked  men,  emerged  from  the  fort, 
and  was  soon  surrounded  by  throngs  of  hideous  braves.  Some 
sort  of  "a  treaty"  was  pretended  to  be  patched  up. 

Boone  and  his  friends  prepared  to  return,  when  the  British 
commander  said  that  it  was  an  invariable  custom  of  the  Indians 
at  the  close  of  a  treaty  for  two  warriors  to  take  hold  of  either 
hand  of  each  white  man.  The  Indians  at  once  proceeded  to  act 
on  the  hint.  The  white  men,  who  were  not  surprised  by  the 
movement,  flung  off*  their  assailants,  and  started  for  the  fort. 
The  men  at  the  latter  place,  who  were  looking  on  with  deep 
anxiety,  instantly  fired  upon  the  Indians,  under  cover  of  which 


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the  nine  men  reached  the  fort  and  barred  the  gates.  Only  one 
of  their  number  had  been  wounded  in  this  scrimmage. 

A  siege  of  nine  days  followed.  Every  attack  by  the  Indians 
resulted  in  the  loss  of  many  of  their  braves,  while  the  whites 
suffered  but  little.  The  fort  stood  sixty  yards  from  the  river 
bank.  The  enemy,  foiled  in  their  other  efforts,  commenced  to 
dig  a  mine  from  the  river  bank  into  the  fort.  One  morning 
Boone's  quick  eye  detected  the  discoloration  of  the  river  from 
the  fresh  earth  thrown  into  it,  and  instantly  divined  the  state 
of  affairs.  A  deep  trench  was  cut  by  the  garrison  under  the 
palisade  and  then  in  front  of  the  fort  so  as  to  intersect  the 
approaching  mine.  This  stratagem  forced  the  Indians  to  aban- 
don their  attempt.  At  last,  foiled  in  every  effort,  the  savages 
withdrew.  This  was  the  last  siege  Boonesborough  ever  sus- 
tained.   It  occurred  in  the  summer  of  1778. 

In  the  fall  of  this  year,  Boone,  who  was  piqued  at  the  facil- 
ity with  which  his  family  had  given  him  up  for  lost,  returned 
to  North  Carolina.  He  was  detained  here  by  family  troubles 
until  1780,  when  he  again  returned  to  Boonesborough  with  his 
wife  and  daughters. 

Shortly  after  his  return,  Boone  and  his  brother  went  to  Blue 
Licks,  where  he  had  been  taken  captive,  and  were  surprised  by 
Indians.  The  brother  was  killed  and  scalped.  Boone  fled, 
urged  on  by  a  relentless  pursuit.  The  Indians  had  with  them 
a  remarkable  dog,  which  tracked  Boone  incessantly,  and  pre- 
vented his  concealing  himself.  The  situation  was  critical.  Every 
twist  and  turn  he  made  was  detected  by  his  pursuers,  who 
were  guided  by  the  dog.  At  last  Boone  calmly  paused,  and 
waited  till  the  animal  should  come  in  sight.  It  was  a  hazard- 
ous thing  to  stop  with  the  Indians  so  near.  In  a  moment  the 
dog  came  bounding  toward  him,  with  a  great  red  tongue  lolling 
from  his  mouth,  and  uttering  loud  and  mournful  bays.  At  that 
moment  Boone  fired,  and  killed  the  brute.  Then,  under  cover 
of  the  forest  and  approaching  night,  he  made  his  escape. 

Somewhere  about  this  time  in  Boone's  career,  he,  with  a  few 


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companions,  was  surprised  in  the  woods  by  a  large  party  of 
Indians.  The  whites  were  eating  their  breakfast,  and  the  sav- 
ages sat  down  near  by  without  hostile  demonstrations,  and  pre- 
tended to  prepare  their  own  meal,  acting  as  if  they  were  com- 
pletely ignorant  of  the  presence  of  Boone.  The  latter  cautioned 
his  men  in  an  undertone  to  be  prepared  for  a  fight  at  any 
moment.  Boone  then  walked  toward  the  Indian  chief  unarmed, 
and  intently  gnawing  the  meat  from  a  bone.  The  savage,  who 
was  also  eating,  licked  his  greasy  fingers,  and  rose  to  greet 
Boone.  The  latter  asked  to  see  a  knife,  with  which  the  Indian 
was  cutting  his  meat.  Boone  took  the  long  knife,  and  with  a 
dexterous  juggle,  afi*ected  to  swallow  it,  concealing  it  at  the 
same  time  in  his  sleeve. 

The  Indians  looked  on  with  wide-eyed  astonishment,  while 
Boone  struck  his  stomach,  pronouncing  the  knife  very  good.  In 
a  few  moments  he  went  through  another  contortion,  and  appar- 
ently vomited  forth  the  knife,  which  he  wiped  on  his  sleeve  and 
returned  to  the  Indian.  The  latter  took  it  cautiously  between 
his  thumb  and  forefinger,  and  flung  it  into  the  bushes,  as  if  the 
thing  were  contaminating.  The  whole  party  of  savages  then 
instantly  broke  and  ran,  regarding  Boone,  no  doubt,  as  the 
devil  himself. 

Kentucky  was  filling  up  rapidly  with  settlers.  Numerous 
other  stations  besides  Boonesborough  and  Harrodsburg  afforded 
refuge  from  savages.  For  a  year  or  two  the  country  was  free 
from  Indian  hostilities.  The  settlers,  busy  with  their  farms, 
began  to  hope  that  the  wars  with  the  savages  were  over.  In 
1782,  however,  the  tempest  of  destruction  broke  forth  again. 
Numerous  isolated  outrages  were  committed  by  Indians. 

In  the  spring,  twenty-five  savages  sneaked  up  to  Estill's 
station,  entered  a  cabin  somewhat  apart  from  the  rest,  and  after 
outraging  a  woman  and  her  two  daughters,  brutally  murdered 
them.  A  few  moments  later  some  women  of  the  settlement  dis- 
covered the  tragedy  which  had  been  enacted.  The  men  of  the 
place  were  nearly  all  absent,  searching  for  this  very  band  of 


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Indians.  Word  was  with  difficulty  com  eyed  to  Captain  Estill, 
who  commanded  the  squad  of  pioneers.  On  receiving  the  infor- 
mation, instant  pursuit  was  resolved  on.  Five  men,  anxious 
about  their  families,  returned  to  the  station.  Ten  more  were 
soon  left  behind  on  account  of  their  jaded  horses. 

The  party,  reduced  to  twenty-five  men,  pushed  on,  and  over- 
took the  Indians,  whose  number  was  exactly  the  same.  The 
battle,  which  is  memorable  in  the  annals  of  pioneer  warfare,  took 
place  at  a  small  stream,  on  the  opposite  banks  of  which  the  com- 
batants were  posted.  For  an  hour  the  loss  on  both  sides  was 
equal.  The  Indians  fought  with  the  pertinacity  and  coolness  of 
the  whites  themselves.  It  seemed,  as  the  battle  continued,  that 
nothing  remained  except  to  fight  until  all  the  men  on  each  side 
were  killed.  Estill  resolved  on  a  stratagem.  Six  men  were 
ordered  to  attempt  a  flank  movement.  They  were,  however, 
utterly  destroyed  in  the  effort.  The  Indians  now  pressed  their 
foes  hard.  Estill,  himself,  became  engaged  in  a  terrible  hand- 
to-hand  struggle  with  the  Wyandot  chief.  Each  man  made  furi- 
ous exertions  to  overpower  his  adversary.  The  friends  of  each 
dared  not  fire  for  fear  of  wounding  the  wrong  man. 

At  last,  a  mishap  of  the  most  serious  character  occurred. 
Estill  had  in  the  year  before  broken  his  arm.  In  this  combat, 
the  bones,  imperfectly  knitted,  came  apart.  As  the  arm  gave 
way,  Estill  gave  a  cry  of  despair,  and  the  next  instant  the 
Indian  sunk  a  knife  into  his  heart.  The  triumph  of  the  sav- 
age was  short.  Just  as  he  shook  the  gory  scalp  in  air,  a  rifle 
ball  laid  him  in  the  lowly  dust  beside  his  fallen  foe.  The  whites 
fled,  bearing  wild  reports  of  the  numbers  of  the  Indians  to  the 
agitated  settlements.  Panic  and  defeat  seemed  about  to  over- 
whelm the  pioneers.  Band  after  band  met  the  fate  of  Estill's 
company. 

In  August  came  the  famous  attack  of  Simon  Girty,  on  Bry- 
ant's station,  on  the  southern  bank  of  the  Elkhorn,  between 
Maysville  and  Lexington,  Kentucky.  The  garrison  of  the  place 
was  about  to  march  to  the  relief  of  Hoy's  station.    Just  as  the 


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gates  were  thrown  open,  a  volley  of  rifle-balls  rattled  against 
the  sides  of  the  fort.  No  weakening  of  the  garrison  was  to  be 
thought  of;  instead,  preparations  for  a  siege  had  to  be  made 
at  once.  Their  greatest  peril  in  case  of  a  siege  arose  from  a 
scarcity  of  water.  The  spring  on  which  they  depended  was 
some  distance  away  from  the  fort.  In  a  neighboring  wood, 
signs  of  an  ambush  could  be  detected. 

A  council  was  held  in  the  fort,  and  it  was  suggested  that 
all  the  women  get  buckets,  and  go  down  to  the  spring  after 
water,  as  if  no  ambush  was  suspected.  The  Indians,  believ- 
ing themselves  undiscovered,  would  hardly  attack  a  party  of 
squaws,  when  by  waiting  longer,  some  of  the  fighting  part  of 
the  garrison  might  be  ambuscaded  at  the  spring.  This  plan 
was  adopted.  Only  one  thing  was  wanting.  This  was  the 
women's  consent.  Sharp  words  were  indulged  in.  They  did 
not  see  why  the  men  could  not  go  after  the  water.  At  last, 
some  of  the  stronger  and  more  sensible  women  took  a  practical 
view  of  the  situation,  and  seizing  their  buckets,  started  boldly 
to  the  spring.  The  others  followed  with  fear  and  trembling. 
On  they  went,  defenseless  and  frightened,  to  within  a  short 
distance  of  the  deadly  ambush,  where  five  hundred  Indians 
lay  concealed. 

The  buckets  were  filled  with  assumed  deliberation,  and  the 
trembling  procession  of  females  started  back  to  the  fort.  As 
they  crossed  the  wide,  open  space  their  steps  quickened,  until 
every  woman  was  in  a  dead  run  for  the  gates.  Though  pale 
with  fear,  they  reached  the  fort  without  having  been  molested. 
As  had  been  surmised,  the  Indians  withheld  their  attack  in  the 
belief  that  some  of  the  men  of  the  fort  could  be  caught  at  the 
spring  before  long. 

Meanwhile  an  Indian  decoy  party  had  appeared  on  the  oppo- 
site side  of  the  fort.  Thirteen  men  went  out  and  attacked  them, 
a  maneuver  which  at  once  brought  the  whole  Indian  force  upon 
the  opposite  side  of  the  fort,  which  they  believed  to  be  unpro- 
tected.   Heavv  volleys  of  rifle-shots  poured  into  them  at  point- 


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blank  range,  destroyed  their  delusion,  and  the  Indians  fled  to 
the  woods.    A  regular  battle  was  now  begun. 

At  two  o'clock  a  diversion  occurred.  Two  messengers  had 
carried  the  news  of  the  attack  to  Lexington,  near  which  a-  com- 
pany, on  its  way  to  Hoy's  station,  was  met,  and  its  course  changed 
to  Bryant's  station.  At  two  o'clock  in  the  afternoon  this  re- 
enforcement  reached  the  vicinity  of  the  fort.  The  Indians,  dis- 
covering their  approach,  attempted  to  cut  them  off.  The  horse- 
men spurred  on  through  clouds  of  dust,  and  made  their  way  into 
the  fort.  Those  on  foot  were  not  so  fortunate.  Finding  them- 
selves about  to  be  destroyed,  they  took  to  a  corn-field  and 
attempted  to  escape.  Some  succeeded,  but  several  w^ere  cut 
down  in  their  flight.  In  the  evening  Grirty  called  on  the  place 
to  surrender.  A  man  named  Reynolds  replied  from  the  fort 
with  taunts  and  insults,  Avhich  put  Girty  in  a  terrible  rage. 

In  the  morning  the  men  looked  out  through  the  palisades 
toward  the  spot  where  the  Indians  had  encamped  the  night 
before,  and  were  astonished  to  find  the  place  entirely  deserted. 
The  enemy  w^as  in  full  retreat.  Re-enforcements  also  began  to 
pour  into  the  fort,  among  them  a  strong  company  under  Daniel 
Boone,  from  Boonesborough.  Each  little  party  which  arrived 
had  a  leader,  and  among  the  multitude  of  counselors  arose  a 
discussion,  which  ended  in  a  unanimous  resolve  not  to  wait  for 
General  Logan,  who  with  a  strong  force  was  marching  to  Bry- 
ant's, but  to  commence  pursuit  of  the  Indians  at  once. 

On  the  afternoon  of  the  18th  of  August,  1782,  began  the 
fatal  march.  The  trail  of  the  Indians  was  very  plain.  Here 
and  there  the  enemy  had  chopped  bits  out  of  the  trees.  These 
signs  made  Boone  and  a  few  others  cautious,  as  they  indicated 
no  anxiety  to  conceal  retreat,  but  rather  the  reverse.  At  the 
Lower  Blue  Licks  the  whites,  on  the  following  day,  came  in 
sight  of  the  enemy.  The  pursuers  were  gathered  on  the 
southern  bank  of  the  Licking  River.  On  the  opposite  side  a 
small  group  of  savages  could  be  seen  standing  on  the  top  of  a 
ridge.    They  coolly  stared  at  the  whites,  and  then  disappeared. 


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A  hurried  consulation  was  held  as  to  what  should  be  done. 
The  men  were  now  a  long  way  from  any  point  of  support. 
The  country  was  wild  and  lonely,  well  adapted  for  ambuscades. 
The  enemy  was  largely  superior  in  strength  to  the  whites. 
Boone  advised  a  return  or,  at  least,  a  halt,  until  Logan's  force 
could  come  up  with  them.  The  discussion  continued,  when  sud- 
denly Hugh  McGary,  whose  fierce  and  impetuous  temper  chafed 
at  delay  or  deliberation  when  Indians  were  so  near,  gave  a  loud 
yell  for  "all  who  are  not  cowards"  to  follow  him.  At  the  same 
instant  he  spurred  his  horse  into  the  stream. 

The  example  was  con^tagious.  Calm  deliberation  was  at  an 
end,  and  the  whole  company  crowded  pell-mell  after  him. 
Through  the  river  and  up  the  opposite  ridge  they  rushed  in 
confused  tumult.  They  hurried  along  the  trail  about  a  mile, 
burning  with  the  reckless  zeal  which  the  rash  McGary  had 
inspired.  Suddenly  a  party  of  Indians  confronted  them  and 
fired.  The  place  was  inauspicious  for  the  whites.  They  were 
on  open  ground,  w^hile  the  foe  occupied  a  ravine,  filled  with  a 
dense  growth  of  trees  and  bushes.  This  ravine  flanked  the 
ridge  from  which  the  whites  fought. 

A  severe  battle  at  once  began.  The  lagging  settlers  hurried 
to  the  front  to  the  support  of  their  companions.  As  soon  as 
the  Indians  saw  the  whites  well  bunched  together,  a  strong 
party  of  several  hundred  warriors  started  to  throw  themselves 
in  their  rear  and  cut  off  retreat.  The  movement  was  easy  and 
on  the  point  of  success.  The  whites,  seeing  their  peril,  broke 
and  ran  back  toward  the  river.  The  scene  was  awful.  The 
battle  of  Blue  Licks  was  really  a  slaughter.  The  Indians  fell 
upon  the  fugitives,  outnumbering  them  ten  to  one,  and  toma- 
hawking them  not  singly,  but  by  dozens. 

At  the  moment  of  the  retreat,  Boone,  Avho  was  in  the  front 
of  the  fight,  and  had  already  seen  his  son  and  many  neighbors 
killed,  found  himself  and  a  few  friends  surrounded  by  savages, 
and  retreat  hopelessly  cut  off.  Thoroughly  acquainted  with  the 
ground,  he  spurred  forward  boldly  into  the  ravine  which  the 


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Indians  had  occupied,  finding  it,  as  he  expected,  almost  deserted. 
By  a  roundabout  course  he  reached  the  Licking,  crossed  it  at  a 
remote  point,  and  reached  the  settlements  in  safety. 

At  the  ford  the  Indians  plunged  into  the  water,  falling  upon 
and  scalping  their  unhappy  victims,  and  then  letting  the  corpses 
float  away,  leaving  behind  a  crimson  trail  in  the  blue  water. 
There  was  no  selfishness  among  the  whites.  Those  who  were 
able  boldly  helped  their  companions.  Young  Reynolds,  who 
had  given  Girty  the  insult  from  the  walls  of  the  fort,  was 
mounted  on  a  fine  horse.  Half-way  to  the  ford  he  overtook 
Captain  Patterson,  a  man  infirm  from  former  wounds,  and  in 
his  flight  on  foot  in  good  way  to  be  killed.  With  kingly  gen- 
erosity Reynolds  sprang  to  the  ground,  placed  his  protesting 
friend  in  the  saddle,  and  continued  his  own  flight  on  foot.  He 
saved  his  friend,  but  was  taken  prisoner. 

He  was  at  first  guarded  by  three  Indians,  but  the  excite- 
ment of  the  pursuit  was  so  fascinating  that  two  of  the  savages 
turned  their  prisoner  over  to  the  third  one,  and  eagerly  ran  on 
to  take  part  in  the  fray.  Reynolds  marched  quietly  on,  under 
the  eye  of  his  captor,  who  carried  a  tomahawk  and  loaded  rifle. 
But  when  the  Indian  stooped  down  for  a  moment  to  tie  his 
moccasin,  Reynolds  leaped  on  him,  stunning  him  with  terrific 
blows  from  his  fists,  and  instantly  disappeared  in  a  thicket, 
making  his  way  home  in  safety. 

The  survivors  of  the  battle  of  Blue  Licks  spread  terror 
among  the  sorrowing  settlements.  Sixty  of  the  picked  men  of 
Kentucky  had  been  slain,  and  a  number  taken  captives.  It  was 
a  time  when  every  man  was  worth  much  to  the  new  commu- 
nity. On  the  second  day  after  the  slaughter  General  Logan,  with 
four  hundred  and  fifty  men,  visited  the  fatal  spot,  and  interred 
the  swollen  and  disfigured  bodies  of  the  dead.  Blue  Licks  was 
the  most  unlucky  spot  Boone  ever  knew.  Here  he  had  been 
taken  captive,  and  kept  so  for  many  months.  Here,  too,  his 
brother  had  been  killed  before  his  eyes,  while  he  himself  barely 
escaped  with  his  life.    And  here,  at  last,  his  son  Israel,  together 


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with  sixty  of  his  neighbors  and  friends,  had  fallen  in  the  battle 
we  have  just  described.  He  subsequently  took  part  in  an 
expedition  against  the  Indian  towns  of  Ohio,  but  without  results. 

Here  Boone's  adventures  close.  We  have  no  record  that  he 
ever  figured  in  any  subsequent  fight  with  the  Indians.  He 
remained  for  some  years  a  quiet  farmer.  As  the  years  rolled 
on  and  his  old  friends,  one  by  one,  passed  away,  he  became 
lonely,  and,  to  some  extent,  unhappy.  The  country  in  which 
he  had  been  a  pioneer  grew  and  developed  into  a  splendid  State 
of  fertile  farms  and  thrifty  tow^ns.  Political  questions  succeeded 
the  old  agitations  of  the  border  wars. 

But  in  all  this  Boone  took  no  part.  He  wandered  around — - 
in  the  present,  but  not  of  it.  In  1792  he  dictated  a  brief  and 
rather  dry  sketch  of  his  life  to  some  young  man  who  could 
write.  The  young  scribe  palmed  off  some  cheap  rhetoric  on 
the  old  man,  who,  no  doubt,  regarded  it  as  thrilling  eloquence. 
He  was  never  so  happy  as  when  some  one  would  take  the  book, 
in  which  his  name  appeared  "in  print,"  and  read  it  to  him.  He 
never  wearied  of  it.  Innumerable  times  the  dull  book  was  read 
over  to  him,  and  he  never  failed  to  listen  with  intense  interest, 
rubbing  his  hands  and  exclaiming,  "All  that 's  true — every  word 
of  it — not  a  lie  in  it !"  He  never  spoke  of  himself  unless  ques- 
tioned, but  this  published  account  of  his  life  was  the  Delilah  of 
his  imagination. 

The  last  years  of  Boone  were  strikingly  like  those  of  Simon 
Kenton,  George  Rogers  Clark,  and  many  others  of  the  earliest 
settlers.  The  brave  and  heroic  race  of  pioneers  seemed  to  have 
no  capacity  for  adapting  themselves  to  the  new  and  changed 
conditions  of  life  which  surrounded  them.  Their  rigid  and 
unyielding  disposition,  which  refused  to  yield  to  circumstances, 
but  viewed  the  advancing  tide  of  civilization  with  sullen  and 
morose  regrets,  has  in  it  something  of  the  very  nature  of  the 
red  men,  in  fighting  whom  they  passed  their  lives. 

Boone  became  embarrassed  and  involved  in  lawsuits,  lost  all 
his  property,  and,  at  last,  heartsore  and  unhappy,  took  his  way 


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to  Missouri.  Here,  in  the  wilderness,  he  once  more  found  com- 
parative peace.  He  hunted  and  trapped,  selling  his  furs  at  St. 
Louis,  till  he  had  laid  up  a  considerable  sum. 

One  day  he  reappeared  at  Boonesborough.  He  spent  no 
time  in  reminiscence  or  pleasure,  but  with  an  expression  on  his 
face  which  indicated  that  he  had  some  important  task  to  per- 
form, which  would  n-ever  let  him  rest  until  it  was  accomplished, 
sought  out  all  his  creditors,  took  their  word  for  the  amount 
which  was  owing  to  them,  and  paid  them  all  off  in  full.  This 
done,  the  honest  old  man  shouldered  his  gun,  and  trudged 
back  to  Missouri.  His  face  wore  a  brighter  look  than  for  some 
time.  He  took  long  hunting  and  trapping  expeditions  to  the 
north-west,  to  the  sources  of  the  Missouri  River.  On  one  occa- 
sion he  was  on  the  Osage  River,  and  was  taken  dangerously  ill. 
His  only  companion  was  a  negro  lad.  One  pleasant  day  he 
managed  to  crawl  out  of  his  cabin,  and  marked  out  the  spot 
where  he  wished  the  boy  to  bury  him.  He  did  not  die,  how- 
ever, but  lived  to  meet  with  further  reverses. 

The  title  which  he  had  acquired  through  the  Spanish  gov- 
ernment to  certain  Missouri  lands  was  declared  invalid,  and  at 
the  age  of  seventy-six  the  venerable  pioneer  again  found  him- 
self without  one  acre  in  all  the  boundless  domain  which  he  had 
explored.  He,  however,  maintained  his  sweetness  of  temper, 
and  in  1812,  petitioned  the  Legislature  of  Kentucky  to  use  its 
influence  with  Congress  for  the  confirmation  of  his  Spanish  title 
to  ten  thousand  acres  of  land.  The  request  was  granted,  but 
Congress  hesitated,  and,  after  long  delay,  confirmed  in  him  the 
title  to  one  thousand  acres  of  land,  unmarketable  at  two  cents 
an  acre.  Before  this  tardy  and  insufficient  act  of  justice  was 
done,  his  faithful  wife,  who  had  followed  him  through  so  many 
years  of  adventure,  passed  away.  From  that  time  he  lived 
with  his  son,  passing  his  days  in  meditative  rambles  through 
the  forests.  At  the  advanced  age  of  eighty-two  years  he  went 
on  a  hunting  expedition  of  more  than  two  hundred  miles. 

In  1819  a  distinguished  artist  visited  Boone  at  his  dwelling 


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near  the  Missouri,  for  the  purpose  of  taking  his  portrait,  and 
found  him  in  a  "  small,  rude  cabin,  indisposed,  and  reclining  on 
his  bed.  A  slice  from  the  loin  of  a  buck,  twisted  about  the 
ramrod  of  his  rifle,  within  reach  of  him  as  he  lay,  was  roasting 
before  the  fire.  Several  other  cabins,  arranged  in  the  form  of 
a  parallelogram,  were  occupied  by  the  descendants  of  the 
pioneer.  Here  he  lived  in  the  midst  of  his  posterity.  His 
withered  energies  and  locks  of  snow  indicated  that  the  sources 
of  existence  were  nearly  exhausted." 

He  died  September  26,  1820,  at  the  home  of  his  son-in-law, 
in  Flanders,  Calloway  County,  Missouri,  being  then  eighty-seven 
years  old. 

Daniel  Boone  is  the  most  honored  of  all  the  pioneers  of  the 
Ohio  valley.  This  is  as  it  should  be.  The  gentleness  and 
humanity  which  pervaded  his  life  stand  out  in  marked  contrast 
with  the  fierceness  and  brutality  which  characterized  so  many 
of  the  borderers.    He  was  a  true  pioneer. 

Governor  Morehead,  in  a  memorial  address  on  the  life  and 
services  of  Daniel  Boone,  has  said :  "  His  life  is  a  forcible 
example  of  the  powerful  influence  a  single  absorbing  passion 
exerted  over  the  destiny  of  an  individual.  Possessing  no  other 
acquirements  than  a  very  common  education,  he  was  enabled, 
nevertheless,  to  maintain  through  a  long  and  useful  career,  a 
conspicuous  rank  among  the  most  distinguished  of  his  contempo- 
raries. He  united,  in  an  eminent  degree,  the  qualities  of 
shrewdness,  caution,  courage,  and  uncommon  muscular  strength. 
He  was  seldom  taken  by  surprise,  he  never  shrank  from  danger, 
nor  cowered  beneath  the  pressure  of  exposure  and  fatigue.  His 
manners  were  simple  and  unobtrusive — exempt  from  the  rude- 
ness characteristic  of  the  backwoodsman.  In  his  person  there 
was  nothing  remarkably  striking.  He  was  five  feet  ten  inches 
in  height,  and  of  robust  and  powerful  proportions.  His  counte- 
nance was  mild  and  contemplative.  His  ordinary  habits  were- 
those  of  a  hunter.  He  died  as  he  lived,  in  a  cabin,  and  perhaps 
his  trusty  rifle  was  the  most  valuable  of  all  his  chattels." 


INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


CHAPTER  X, 

THE  CRUELTIES  OF  GIRTY.  { 

OR  the  traitor  there  has  been  erected  in  every 
age  and  country  a  pillar  of  historic  infamy. 
By  whatever  name  he  is  known,  apostate,  ren- 
egade, turncoat,  or  Tory,  mankind  have  for  him 
one  universal  expression  of  contempt.  His 
name,  of  all  historic  characters,  is  buried  the 
deepest  in  the  mire.  He  becomes  a  by-word, 
a  hissing,  a  reproai^h  among  the  nations  of  the 
earth.  For  him  no  curse  is  bitter  enough,  no  oblivion  black 
enough.  He  lives  in  the  midst  of  the  fiercest  passions  which 
darken  the  human  heart.  He  is  a  hater  and  the  hated.  The 
rage  which  he  excites  among  the  followers  of  the  cause  which 
he  has  deserted  is  only  equaled  by  the  disgust  and  secret 
loathing  which  he  inspires  among  the  partisans  of  the  cause 
which  he  has  joined. 

Of  all  enmities,  that  of  the  apostate  is  most  bitter.  Of  all 
hatreds,  that  of  the  renegade  is  most  bloody.  Within  him  rage 
storms  of  wrath,  without  him  storm  tempests  of  calumny. 
When  the  occasion  for  his  shame  has  passed,  and  he  is  no  longer 
useful  to  the  ranks  of  which  he  became  the  dishonored  recruit, 
he  is  sent  Avithout  the  camp.  He  is  spurned  as  a  viper.  He  is 
shunned  as  a  leper.    He  is  despised  as  a  devil. 

Another  man  fights  and  falls  in  the  cause  of  wrong,  yet  to 
him  mankind  accords  the  laurels  of  heroism.  Upon  his  tomb 
the  historian  inscribes  the  legend,  ^^He  was  mistaken,  but  he 
was  great."    From  that  time  on  his  error  is  forgotten.  His 


name  is  inscribed  among  those  of  the  heroes  and  the  martyrs. 
The  philosopher  moralizes  upon  his  career.  He  points  out  the 
fact  that  the  dead  was  in  the  grasp  of  immutable  laws ;  that  he 
was  not  his  own  master  ;  that  ancestry,  birth,  place,  tempera- 
ment, surroundings,  fortune,  accident,  and  circumstances  are  the 
powers  w^hich  have  controlled  him,  in  w^hose  Titanic  grasp  he 
was  but  a  puppet.  This  is  the  charity  of  history.  This  is  the 
kindness  of  philosophy.  This  is  the  imperial  task  to  wdiich 
the  human  mind  of  after  ages  devotes  herself,  the  task  of  pre- 
serving and  immortalizing  Truth,  Heroism,  and  Honor,  where- 
ever  found.  - 

Xot  so  w4th  the  renegade.  He  is  the  abhorrence  of  all 
future  generations.  He  may  have  fallen  fighting  in  the  ranks 
of  the  brave  and  true.  No  matter.  Above  his  grave  rises  the 
black  shaft  of  shame.  He  may  have  made  fearful  sacrifices. 
He  may  have  deserted  one  cause  and  joined  another  from  an 

honest  intellectual  conviction.     It  is  nothino\     For  him  men 

I— 

have  but  epithets  of  shame,  sneers  of  derision.  He  is  disowned 
and  dishonored.  For  him  there  is  no  charity.  His  virtues  pass 
into  oblivion.  His  solitary  crime  of  apostasy  becomes  over- 
shadowing and  colossal.  Philosophy  refuses  to  inquire  into  the 
origin  and  reasons  of  his  infamy.  He,  too,  may  have  been  a 
puppet,  moved  by  invisible  wires  from  remote  agencies.  Yet 
for  his  sin  there  is  no  atonement,  no  mercy-seat.  His  name  is 
inscribed  with  those  of  Benedict  Arnold  and  Brutus,  of  Julian 
and  Judas  Iscariot. 

Concerning  such  characters  the  real  truth  is  never  known. 
The  whirlwinds  of  abuse  which  overw^helm  their  lives  throw 
dust  in  the  eyes  of  the  historian.  He  sees  only  a  vast  mass 
of  slanders,  invectives,  reproaches,  and  vilifications.  There 
seems  to  have  been  no  good  in  the  man.  Passion,  it  may  be, 
has  exaggerated  his  vices.  Enmity  may  have  lied  about  his 
virtues.  But  the  exact  truth  can  never  be  obtained.  He  may 
have  been  worse  than  he  seems ;  he  may  have  been  better  than 
he  seems.    Concerning  these  things  it  is  impossible  to  judge 


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To  the  ranks  of  traitors  of  which  we  have  been  speaking 
belongs  Simon  Grirty,  the  Renegade,  or  the  White  Savage.  It  is 
not  impossible  that  he  has  been  slandered.  We  can  not  tell. 
The  story  of  his  life  is  certainly  a  black  one. 

Among  all  the  Tories  of  the  Revolution  Simon  Girty  was 
the  most  notorious.  He  was  born  in  north-western  Pennsyl- 
vania. His  father  was  an  Irishman.  "  The  old  man  was  beastly 
intemperate.  A  jug  of  whisky  was  the  extent  of  his  ambition. 
Grog  was  his  song,  and  grog  would  he  have.  His  sottishness 
turned  his  wife's  affection.  Ready  for  seduction,  she  yielded 
her  heart  to  a  neighboring  rustic,  w^ho,  to  remove  all  obstacles 
to  their  wishes,  knocked  old  Girty  on  the  head,  and  bore  off  the 
trophy  of  his  prowess." 

The  murdered  man  had  been  an  Indian  trader.  He  left 
four  boys,  Thomas,  Simon,  George,  and  James.  During  the  Old 
French  war  the  three  younger  boys  were  taken  captive  by  the 
Indians.  Inheriting  the  nature  of  savages,  their  surroundings 
only  developed  them.  Each  Avas  adopted  into  an  Indian  tribe. 
Each  became  a  blood-thirsty  ruffian,  and  during  long  careers  of 
violence  inflicted  every  cruelty  upon  the  persons  and  families 
of  the  white  settlers. 

Of  the  three  brothers  Simon  became  the  most  notorious,  as 
he  was  the  most  wicked.  At  the  close  of  Pontiac's  war,  Girty 
was  delivered  to  Bouquet  as  a  hostage  for  the  good  behavior  of 
the  Senecas,  of  w^hich  tribe  he  was  a  member.  The  savage  pro- 
pensities of  the  young  ruffian  were  so  strong  that  he  escaped 
from  his  civilized  companions,  and  sought  again  the  w^ild  and 
wicked  life  of  the  wigwams.  Strangely  enough  his  appetite  for 
barbarism  was  at  this  time  forced  to  remain  unsatisfied.  The 
Senecas,  being  bound  by  the  condition  in  the  treaty  of  peace, 
deliberately  took  Mr.  Girty  by  force,  and  dragged  him  back  to 
Pittsburgh. 

Of  course,  when  Dunmore's  war  broke  out  in  1774,  Girty's 
natural  taste  for  scenes  of  violence  led  him  to  take  an  active 
part.    Here  he  met  Simon  Kenton,  for  whose  life  he  afterwards 


THE  CRUELTIES  OE  GIRTY. 


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interceded  with  the  Wyandots.  Here,  too,  he  met  Colonel  Craw- 
ford, at  whose  hospitable  cabin  on  the  Youghiogheny  he  was  a 
frequent  guest.  In  attempting  to  account  for  his  subsequent 
treachery  and  desertion,  the  border  writers  mention  several 
incidents,  which  tradition  reports  as  having  transpired  about 
this  time. 

One  story  goes  that  he  aspired  to  the  hand  of  one  of  Colonel 
Crawford's  daughters.  The  refusal,  with  which  his  advances 
were  met,  poisoned  his  malignant  heart  with  a  sleepless  long- 
ing for  revenge.  This  account  is  supposed  to  furnish  some 
reason  for  Girty's  awful  inhumanity  to  Colonel  Crawford  some 
years  later. 

Another  story  runs  to  the  effect  that  Girty  and  another 
scout,  having  rendered  some  two  or  three  months'  service  in  the 
militia,  without  receiving  their  pay,  repaired  to  the  head- 
quarters of  General  Lewis,  and  insolently  demanded  that  the 
arrears  of  salary  be  made  up.  The  military  discipline  of  the 
time  seems  to  have  been  a  little  singular,  for  General  Lewis  not 
only  received  the  application  with  a  storm  of  curses,  but  pro- 
ceeded to  exercise  himself  in  bloodying  the  heads  of  the  two 
scouts  Avith  several  severe  blows  from  his  cane.  Strangely 
enough  this  style  of  reception  and  military  etiquette  displeased 
the  untutored  scouts.  Girty  picked  himself  up,  and  shaking  his 
fist  at  the  general,  with  a  fearful  oath,  threateningly  said,  "  Sir^ 
for  this  your  qimiers  shall  swim  in  hloodr 

On  the  22d  of  February,  1775,  a  day  which,  at  that  time, 
was  not  yet  celebrated  as  the  birthday  of  the  Father  of  his 
country,  Girty  became  a  commissioned  officer  in  the  militia  at 
Pittsburgh.  In  accordance  with  English  laws,  he  took  the 
necessary  oaths  of  allegiance  to  the  king  and  his  abhorrence 
of  papacy. 

Here,  again,  the  ingenious  border  writers  find  a  reason  for 
Girty's  faithlessness.  They  say  he  aspired  to  a  captaincy,  but 
was  only  made  an  orderly-sergeant.  This  affront  his  sensitive 
soul  could  by  no  means  endure.    He  remained,  however,  in  the 


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service  at  Fort  Pitt  until  the  early  part  of  1778.  That  his  real 
sympathies,  if  such  his  inclinations  might  be  called,  were  with 
the  Indians,  among  whom  he  had  been  raised,  and  not  with  the 
struggling  cause  of  the  colonial  patriots,  is  natural,  and  easy  to 
believe. 

A  savage  seeks  the  society  of  savages,  just  as  surely  as  a 
gentleman  seeks  that  of  gentlemen.  Accordingly  we  find  Gh^ty, 
together  with  a  pair  of  precious  scoundrels,  McKee  and  Elliott, 
and  twelve  followers,  one  day  making  up  their  packs  and  desert- 
ing from  Fort  Pitt.  The  news  spread  far  and  wide  over  the 
agitated  frontiers.  Wherever  the  ruffians  went,  they  spread  lies 
about  the  defeat  of  the  American  forces,  the  triumph  of  the 
British,  and  the  intention  of  the  colonists  to  avenge  their  defeat 
by  the  murder  of  every  Indian  in  the  Ohio  valley.  The  settlers 
trembled  for  the  safety  of  their  families.  The  mischief  which 
the  white  scoundrels  might  work  among  credulous  and  excitable 
savages  was  incalculable.  Their  evil  designs  were  looked  upon 
as  a  matter  of  certainty. 

Nor  did  the  fears  of  the  settlers  exaggerate  the  real  dan- 
gers of  the  situation.  The  Indians  were  made  to  believe  that 
George  Washington  was  killed,  and  that  the  members  of  Con- 
gress w^ere  hung  in  the  very  chambers  where  they  had  been 
accustomed  to  deliberate.  As  poor  Heckewelder  said,  speaking 
of  the  renegade's  visit  to  Gnadenhutten :  "  It  was  enough  to 
break  the  hearts  of  the  missionaries." 

Girty  started  for  Detroit.  On  the  way  he  was  captured  by 
the  Wyandots.  Some  Senecas  demanded  that  he  be  delivered 
up  to  them,  on  the  ground  that  he  was  an  adopted  member 
of  their  tribe,  and  had  taken  arms  against  them.  In  fact, 
Girty's  national  allegiance  Avas  a  little  mixed.  Was  he  a  traitor 
to  the  Senecas,  or  to  the  Americans,  or  to  both,  or  to  neither  ? 
For  this  enigma,  the  Wyandot  chief  had  a  solution.  "  He  is  our 
prisoner."  Such  logic  won  the  day.  By  shrewd  explanations 
that  he  was  now  devoted  to  their  cause  Girty  procured  himself 
to  be  set  at  liberty,  and  proceeded  to  Detroit.    Here  the  com- 


THE  CRUELTIES  OF  GIBTY. 


mandant,  Hamilton,  gave  him  a  hearty  reception.  He  was  at 
once  emplored  by  the  13ritish  upon  a  salary  to  incite  the  Indians 
to  warfare  n})()n  the  nnprotccted  settlers  of  llio  border. 

Girtv'  was  now  in  his  element.  To  the  instinctive  ferocity 
of  his  own  nature,  he  added  the  relentless  zeal  of  the  renegade. 
His  name  became  a  household  Avord  of  t<nTor  all  along  the 
border,  from  Pittsburgh  lo  h!)uis\-ilb'.  Alnjut  it  hung  every 
association  of  cruelty  an<l  hendi.-hiicss.  Dressed  and  painted 
like  an  Indian,  he  seemed,  a.s  he  re;d}y  was,  the  very  incarna- 
tion  of  fierceness  and  brutalit}-.  Inheriting  frotn  his  Irish  ances- 
try a  capacity  for  rude  eloijuence.  with  which  the  children  of 
the  Emerald  Isle  are  often  gifted,  his  terrible  voice  rose  high 
and  commanding  above  all  the  hideous  clamor  and  savage  din 
of  every  Indian  council-house.  Convulsed  with  fury,  a  human 
volcano  in  eruption,  he  awed  the  savages  themselves  by  the 
resistless  torrents  of  his  rafre,  and  excited  their  admiration  and 
emulation  by  his  infinite  thirst  for  blood  and  infernal  schemes 
of  vengeance. 

The  picture  of  the  man,  as  it  is  preserved  for  us  in  the 
tales  of  the  borders,  represents  him  as  a  monstrosity  in  human 
form.  We  can  fairlv  hear  him  vet.  a.s  he  stalked  through  the 
village,  or  galloped  through  the  forest,  filling  the  air  with  an 
awful  din  and  roar  of  oaths  and  curses.  He  it  was  who  inspired 
and  directed  the  many  attacks  on  the  settlers  of  the  Ohio  val- 
ley. It  was  the  diabolical  brain  of  Girty  which  tormented  the 
Christian  Indians  of  the  Moravian  settlements,  drove  them  from 
spot  to  spot,  and  placed  them  in  that  ambiguous  position  which 
the  pioneers  mistook  for  treachery  or  hostility,  and  which 
resulted  in  the  slaughter  of  more  than  ninety  of  their  number. 

One,  among  many  instances  of  his  cruelty  toward  them, 
must  be  related.  Shortly  after  the  massacre  at  Gnadenhutten, 
Heckewelder,  Zeisberger.  and  two  other  missionaries  were 
ordered  by  Girty  to  meet  him  cn  the  lower  Sandusky.  Here 
they  were  hospitably  received  by  some  traders.  The  traders 
told  them  that  Girty  had  commanded  them  to  proceed  to 


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Detroit  forthwith.  But  exhausted  by  their  toilsome  journey 
on  foot,  the  missionaries  availed  themselves  of  the  kind  invi- 
tation of  the  traders  to  remain  at  this  point  for  a  week  or  two. 

Here,  for  the  first  time,  they  learned  of  the  awful  tragedy 
on  the  Muskingum.  Their  minds  were  greatly  uneasy,  not  only 
by  reason  of  the  fearful  news,  but  also  from  an  apprehension 
that  Girty  might  return  from  a  terrible  expedition  against  the 
frontiers  and  find  his  orders  disobeyed  with  regard  to  their 
being  taken  to  Detroit.  ^ 

The  two  missionaries  were  quartered  in  different  houses, 
separated  by  some  distance.  Between  them  lay  the  restless 
and  filthy  town  of  the  Wyandots.  For  the  missionaries  to  pass 
through  the  village  and  visit  one  another  was  an  undertaking 
of  considerable  danger.  Nevertheless,  it  was  attempted  a  time 
or  two.  One  day,  when  the  Indian  village  seemed  all  quiet, 
Heckewelder  ventured  to  cross  it  to  the  house  where  his  friends 
were  lodged.    He  reached  the  place  in  safety. 

While  engaged  in  conversation,  the  missionaries  were  horri- 
fied and  startled  by  tAvo  scalp-yells  from  different  directions.  Two 
war-parties  were  just  returning.  Heckewelder  at  once  started 
from  the  house,  which  stood  on  a  lofty  ridge  of  ground,  to  make 
his  way  back  to  his  quarters.  The  elevated  ground  prevented 
the  people  of  the  village  from  hearing  the  scalp-yell  of  the  war- 
party  approaching  from  the  rear  of  the  house  in  which  Hecke- 
welder was  talking.  The  savages  all  ran  in  the  opposite  direc- 
tion to  meet  the  other  party.  Heckewelder  followed  in  their 
rear,  and  passed  the  deserted  village  in  safety. 

But  the  missionaries'  troubles  were  not  ended.  Girty  re- 
turned, and  behaved  like  a  madman  on  learning  that  they  were 
there.  ^^He  flew  at  the  Frenchman,"  says  Heckewelder,  'Svho 
was  in  the  room  adjoining  ours,  most  furiously,  striking  him, 
and  threatening  to  split  his  head  in  two,  for  disobeying  the 
orders  he  had  given  him.  He  swore  the  most  horrid  oaths 
respecting  us,  and  continued  in  that  way  until  after  midnight. 
His  oaths  were  all  to  the  purport  that  he  would  never  leave  the 


THE  CRUELTIES  OF  GIRTY. 


377 


house  until  he  split  our  heads  in  two  with  his  tomahawk,  and 
made  our  brains  stick  to  the  walls  of  the  rooms  in  w-hich  we 
were  I  I  omit  the  names  he  called  us  by  and  the  words  he 
made  use  of  while  swearing,  as  also  the  place  he  would  go  to  if 
he  did  not  fulfill  all  which  he  had  sworn  he  would  do  to  us. 
He  had  somewhere  procured  liquor,  and  would,  as  we  were  told 
hy  those  Avho  were  near  him.  at  every  drink  renew  his  oaths, 
which  he  repeated  until  he  fell  asleep. 

"Never  before  did  any  of  us  hear  the  like  oaths,  or  know  any 
one  to  raA'e  like  him.  He  ap}ieared  like  a  host  of  evil  spirits. 
He  would  sometimes  come  up  to  the  bolted  door  between  us  and 
him,  threatening  to  chop  it  in  pieces  to  get  at  us.  Xo  Indian 
we  ever  saw  drunk  would  have  been  a  match  for  him.  How 
we  should  escape  the  clutches  of  this  white  beast  in  human 
form  no  one  could  foresee." 

The  poor  missionaries  passed  a  miserable  night,  within  the 
sound  of  the  fearful  raAungs  of  the  monster.  When  morning 
dawned  they  were  fortunately  enabled  to  leave  the  place  in  a 
boat  whiuh  was  going  to  Detroit. 

The  wieked  and  devilish  part  which  Girty  played  in  the  exe- 
cution of  Colonel  Crawford  is  given  in  another  chapter,  as  is 
also  the  incident  of  a  different  character,  in  Avhich  he  attempted 
to  saA'e  Kenton's  life.  Toward  the  close  of  the  Revolutionary 
War  a  thread  of  romance  is  twisted  like  a  skein  of  gold  through 
the  dark  web  of  Girty's  career. 

In  ]vLireh  1779  a  family  of  emigrants  named  Malott  embarked 
on  the  Monongahela  in  two  flat-bottomed  boats  for  a  voyage  tu 
Kentucky.  ]^Irs.  Malott  and  her  five  children,  with  Captain 
Ptey nolds.  were  in  the  rear  boat.  Mrs.  Reynolds,  several  chil- 
dren, and  a  ]^Irs.  Hardin  were  in  the  forward  boat.  Some  forty 
miles  below  Wheeling  the  little  fleet,  in  which  there  were  also 
some  canoes.  Avas  attacked  by  Indians. 

Several  of  the  voyagers  were  killed,  and  no  less  than  nine- 
teen of  them  taken  prisoner  to  the  squalid  villages  of  the  Dela- 
wares  and  the  Wyandots.    Among  these  was  Catharine  Malott, 


378  INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 

then  fifteen  years  old.  Some  three  years  afterward,  when  Mrs. 
Malott  had  obtained  her  liberty  at  Detroit,  she  seems  to  have 
employed  Girty  to  trace  her  children.  He  found  Catharine,  a 
very  pretty  girl,  adopted  into  an  Indian  family.  The  people 
being  very  proud  of  her,  refused  to  give  her  up.  Girty's  influ- 
ence, and  a  well-timed  promise,  which  was  never  intended  to  be 
kept,  that  she  should  be  returned  after  visiting  her  mother  in 
Detroit,  secured  her  release. 

Once  at  Detroit,  Girty  married  her.  During  the  next  seven 
years  Gh'ty,  softened  somewhat  by  his  new  relations,  remained 
comparatively  quiet,  leading  the  life  of  an  Indian  trader.  For 
awhile  he  was  tolerably  quiet.  In  time,  however,  he  became  a 
hard  drinker,  and  was  separated  from  his  family. 

When  the  Indians  of  the  west,  after  some  years  of  compar- 
ative quiet,  following  the  close  of  the  Revolutionary  War,  com- 
bined in  one  last  and  furious  effort  to  drive  the  white  man  from 
the  territory  of  their  fathers,  an  attempt  which  was  met  by  the 
memorable  and  unfortunate  expedition  of  General  Harmar  in 
1790,  by  the  no  less  tragic  campaign  of  St.  Clair  in  1791,  and 
finally,  by  the  triumphant  and  overwhelming  bloAV  inflicted  by 
General  Wayne  in  1794,  Simon  Girty  again  became  prominent 
among  the  savages.  At  every  council  his  voice  was  lifted  in 
the  support  of  bitter,  relentless,  and  continued  war.  He  was 
present,  animating  the  Indian  forces  by  his  reckless  courage,  at 
each  important  battle  of  these  campaigns.  One  incident  early 
in  1791  has  been  preserved. 

A  party  of  hunters  from  Cincinnati  were  startled  by  the 
discharge  of  fire-arms  from  the  neighborhood  of  Dunlap's  Sta- 
tion. This  was  a  settlement  on  the  Great  Miami  River,  eight 
miles  from  Hamilton.  Here  the  settlers  had  erected  several 
block-houses,  connected  by  a  stockade,  fronting  southward  on 
the  river  at  a  point  where  the  w^ater  is  deep.  The  hunters  beat 
a  hasty  retreat  for  Cincinnati,  seventeen  miles  away.  No  one 
doubted  that  the  station  had  been  attacked  by  Indians. 

Before  daylight  seventy  men  left  Cincinnati  for  the  relief 


THE  CRUELTIES  OF  GIHTY.  379 

of  the  station.  On  arriving  at  the  fort,  they  learned  that  the 
Indians  had  withdrawn.  One  man  had  been  killed  by  a  shot 
fired  through  a  crack  between  the  logs.  Not  far  from  the  fort 
they  found  the  body  of  Abner  Hunt.  It  was  mangled,  the 
brains  beaten  out,  and  two  war-clubs  laid  across  the  breast. 
Hunt  had  been  out  with  three  companions  named  Wallace, 
Sloan,  and  Cunningham,  exploring  the  country.  Cunningham 
Avas  killed  on  the  spot  by  an  ambuscade  of  Indians ;  Hunt  was 
captured  only  to  be  subsequently  put  to  death.  Wallace  took 
to  flight.  Two  fleet  Indians  pursued.  In  his  flight  Wallace 
had  the  misfortune  to  be  tripped  and  thrown  by  the  loosening 
of  his  leggins.  He  pluckily  tied  them  up,  and  escaped  in  spite 
of  the  mishap.  Sloan  and  Wallace  carried  the  news  of  the 
Indians'  approach  to  the  fortr 

Before  sunrise  on  the  10th  of  January,  the  women  of  the 
fort,  while  milking  the  cows,  raised  an  alarm  cry  that  the 
Indians  were  upon  them.  Before  the  fight  was  begun,  Simon 
Girty  strode  forward  toward  the  fort,  driving  Abner  Hunt  before 
him  by  means  of  a  rope,  with  which  the  prisoner  was  bound. 
Within  speaking  distance  of  the  fort  was  a  large  stump.  This 
Girty  compelled  Hunt  to  mount  and  to  urge  the  surrender  of 
the  fort  in  the  most  earnest  manner.  Lieutenant  Kingsbury,  in 
command  at  the  station,  replied  that  he  would  not  surrender  if 
he  were  surrounded  by  five  hundred  devils  and  persuaded  to  do 
so  by  Demosthenes  himself.  An  Indian  shot  at  him,  and  struck 
off  the  Avhite  plume  from  his  hat.  Grirty,  to  revenge  himself 
for  this  disappointment,  drove  poor  Hunt  back  to  a  spot  on  the 
plain,  which,  though  out  of  range  of  the  guns,  was  in  full  view 
of  the  garrison.  Here  he  proceeded  to  torture  the  unhappy 
wretch,  and  finally  put  him  to  death. 

This  scene  over,  the  Indians  began  a  desperate  attack.  They  ' 
fired  from  behind  stumps,  trees,  and  logs.    A  pile  of  brush  near 
the  stockade  was  soon  in  flames.    The  Indians  then  rushed  for- 
ward with  fire-brands  to  burn  the  block-houses,  but  they  were 
driven  back  by  a  whirlwind  of  bullets.    All  day  long  the  attack 


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INDIAN  TRAGEDIE!S  AND  ROMANCES. 


was  continued.  Night  brought  no  relief.  The  entire  number  in 
the  fort  was  about  thirty  men,  and  as  many  women  and  chil- 
dren. Girty  conducted  the  attack  with  great  boldness  and  inge- 
nuity. But  the  stubborn  resistance  of  the  defenders  of  the 
station  successfully  met  him  at  every  point.  Both  men  and 
women  teased  the  savages  by  momentarily  exposing  themselves 
above  the  pickets  and  inviting  a  shot. 

That  night,  at  ten  o'clock,  John  8.  Wallace  attempted  to 
leaA'e  the  fort,  in  order  to  mal<e  his  way  to  Cincinnati  and  pro- 
cure relief.  80  vigilant  were  the  besiegers,  that  he  was  unable 
to  pass  through  their  lines.  For  three  hours  he  continued  his 
attempts.  Driven  back  each  time,  he  next  turned  his  atten- 
tion to  the  river.  The  night  was  very  dark.  There  were  no 
indications  of  the  presence  of  savages  on  the  opposite  bank. 

About  three  o'clock  in  the  morning,  Mr.  Wallace  and  a  sol- 
dier named  William  Wiseman  got  into  a  canoe,  and  silently 
paddled  across  the  river.  They  then  made  their  way  on  foot 
through  the  river  bottoms  for  a  couple  of  miles.  An  attempt 
to  cross  the  river  on  the  floating  ice  proved  unsuccessful.  At 
the  spot  where  New  Baltimore  stands,  they  at  last  did  get 
across,  and  ea^rly  in  the  day  met  the  relief  party  from  Cincin- 
nati, of  which  we  have  already  spoken. 

Another  battle  in  which  Girty  was  known  to  be  engaged 
was  that  which  resulted  in  St.  Clair's  defeat,  twenty-three  miles 
north  of  Greenville,  Ohio.  During  the  rout  of  the  American 
army,  Girty  captured  a  white  w^oman.  A  Wyandot  squaw  at 
once  demanded  that  the  female  captive  be  given  to  her,  in 
accordance  with  the  Indian  custom.  Girty  refused,  and  became 
furious.  The  decline  of  his  influence,  a  thing  which  has  been 
experienced  by  every  renegade,  is  shown  by  the  fact  that  the 
warriors  came  up  and  forced  Girty  to  give  up  the  captive. 

After  this  we  hear  of  Girty  establishing  a  trading-house  on 
the  site  of  the  present  town  of  St.  Mary's,  Mercer  County,  Ohio. 
Girty  w^as  also  present  at  the  famous  battle  of  Fallen  Timbers, 
in  1794,  after  which  he  moved  to  Maiden,  Cciuada.    He  was 


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381 


perpetually  haunted  by  the  fear  of  falling  into  the  hands  of  the 
Americans.  In  1796,  when  Detroit  was  upon  the  point  of  a 
final  surrender  by  the  British,  he  happened  to  be  in  the  city. 
Some  boat  loads  of  American  troops  were  coming  in  sight. 
Girty  would  not  wait  for  the  ferry-boat,  but  excitedly  plunged 
his  horse  into  the  Detroit  River,  and  made  for  the  Canada 
shore,  pouring  out  volleys  of  curses  upon  the  Americans  all 
the  way. 

In  1813  a  Mr.  Workman,  of  Ohio,  stopped  at  a  hotel  kept 
by  a  Frenchman,  in  Maiden.  Sitting  in  the  bar-room  in  a  cor- 
ner by  the  glowing  fire-place  was  a  blind  and  gray-headed  old 
man.  He  was  about  five  feet,  ten  inches  in  height,  broad  across 
the  chest,  and  of  powerful  and  muscular  build.  He  was  then 
nearly  seventy  years  old.  The  old  man  was  none  other  than 
the  notorious  Simon  Girty.  He  had  been  blind  for  four  years, 
and  was  afflicted  with  rheumatism  and  other  intolerable  diseases, 
a  perfect  sot,  a  complete  human  wreck.  He  lingered  on  through 
two  more  years  of  misery,  and,  at  last,  died  without  a  friend 
and  without  a  hope. 


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INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCM 


CHAPTER  XL 

THE  DOOM  OF  CRAWFORD. 

MONG  the  many  unfortunate  military  enterprises 
undertaken  on  the  western  border  during  the 
Revolutionary  War,  none  is  more  notable  than 
that  against  Sandusky,  under  Colonel  William 
Crawford.  Cornwallis  had  surrendered.  The 
war  with  England  was  at  an  end.  The  patri- 
otic minds  of  the  colonies,  inspired  by  the  mag- 
nificent destiny  dawning  upon  their  country, 
usy  with  the  great  problems  of  self-gOA^ermnent.  ^ 
On  the  western  frontiers,  however,  the  murderous  forays  of 
the  Indians  raged  with  unprecedented  violence.  The  settlers 
continued  to  be  roused  at  midnight  in  their  lonely  cabins  by 
the  blood-curdling  war-cry.  Children  continued  to  be  snatched 
away  into  captivity  by  dark  hands  thrust  out  from  behind 
clumps  of  bushes  and  fallen  logs.  The  corpses  of  the  near  and 
dear  still  continued  to  be  found  in  lonely  ravines  or  open  fields. 

The  center  of  the  Indian  power  was  at  Sandusky.  In  1782 
a  permission  for  the  organization  of  a  great  volunteer  expedition 
against  the  Indians  of  the  west  was  about  all  the  government 
-  could  do.  This,  however,  was  enough.  Far  and  wide  through 
the  settlements  along  the  Monongahela,  the  Youghiogheny,  and 
the  Ohio  went  the  thrilling  word  that  the  expedition  was  to 
start  on  the  20th  of  May. 

The  popular  heart,  inspired  by  the  successes  of  the  Revolu- 
tion, was  now  fired  with  enthusiasm  and  zeal  for  an  attack  on 
the  deadly  enemies  of  the  west.     In  many  an  isolated  cabin 


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383 


there  was  a  lively  stir  of  prepanition.  With  troubled  forebod- 
ings many  a  mother  heard  the  resolutions  of  brave  sons  to  join 
the  march  to  the  front.  Maidens,  parting  from  their  lovers,  sat 
in  the  shadow  of  their  first  sorrow.  Children,  whose  tongues 
had  scarcely  learned  to  lisp  the  dreaded  syllable  of  war,  sobbed 
in  solitude  at  the  absence  of  the  stalwart  forms  they  loved. 

The  scene  at  Mingo  Bottom,  the  rendezvous  for  the  expedi- 
tion, was  truly  American.  For  ten  days  beforehand  the  border- 
ers came  riding  in,  equipped  in  homely  fashion  for  the  campaign. 
The  pioneer  soldier  was  a  curiosity.  His  buckskin  hunting-shirt 
was  belted  at  the  waist.  Through  the  belt  was  thrust  the  cruel 
tomahawk,  the  glittering  scalping-knife,  and  the  string  of  his 
ammunition-pouch.  His  hat  of  felt  or  fur  was  not  infrequently 
decorated  with  tossing  plumes,  or  the  tails  of  animals.  Over 
his  shoulder  he  carried  his  rifle.  Perhaps  in  his  bosom  was 
thrust  some  memento,  a  handkerchief  or  a  scarf  from  some 
admirimi:  maiden. 

When  at  last  the  grim  and  motley  assemblage  was  complete, 
its  first  task  was  to  elect  officers.  William  Crawford  received 
two  hundred  and  thirty-five  out  of  the  four  hundred  and  sixty- 
five  votes  cast,  and  was  declared  colonel  in  command  of  the 
expedition.  He  had  had  considerable  military  experience,  and 
w;is  fitted  by  nature  to  be  a  soldier  and  a  leader.  He  was 
ambitious,  cool,  and  brave.  Familiar  with  border  w^arfare,  the 
expedition  in  hand  was  adapted  to  the  highest  qualities  of  his 
genius.  Yet  he  accepted  the  command  with  reluctance.  Before 
his  tender  farewell  to  his  family,  the  prudent  father  made 
his  will. 

His  associate  officers  were  the  very  flower  of  the  border. 
Among  them  was  David  Williamson,  second  in  command ;  John 
McClelland,  field  major ;  Dr.  John  Knight,  surgeon ;  John 
Slover,  Jonathan  Zane,  of  whom  w^e  have  heard  before,  guides 
of  the  expedition ;  and  an  officer  of  the  regular  army,  who  gave 
his  name  as  John  Rose,  who  volunteered  for  the  purpose  of  act- 
ing as  aid-de-camp  to  the  commanding  officer. 


INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 

Concerning  this  latter  gentleman  more  will  be  said  hereafter. 
For  the  present  it  is  sufficient  to  say  that^  early  in  the  Revolu- 
tion^  he  had  applied  to  the  American  army  for  a  commission. 
Though  fine  looking^  of  elegant  manners,  and,  as  was  supected, 
of  noble  birth,  speaking  the  French  language,  and  highly  gifted, 
his  request  w^as  refused.  He  had  studied  medicine,  he  said,  and 
sympathizing  wdth  the  colonists,  had  left  the  Old  World,  against 
the  protest  of  his  friends,  to  join  his  fortunes  wdth  theirs.  Upon 
the  details  of  his  history  and  life,  the  young  stranger  preserved 
the  most  profound  silence.  He  had,  at  last,  received  a  commis- 
sion as  surgeon;  but,  after  two  or  three  years  of  service,  discov- 
ering a  jealousy  on  the  part  of  some  young  American  officers, 
he  had  resigned.  In  spite  of  the  mystery  that  surrounded  him, 
he  was  a  great  favorite.  It  w^as  not  long  before  the  wild  bor- 
derers, assembled  at  Mingo  Bottom,  absolutely  idolized  the 
young  officer,  who  volunteered  from  lack  of  other  service. 

On  the  25th  of  May  the  expedition  set  out  for  Sandusky, 
one  hundred  and  fifty  miles  away.  Though  not  an  Indian  had 
been  seen,  the  greatest  precautions  were  taken  against  ambus- 
cades and  surprises.  Their  route  led  them  through  the  deso- 
late and  fire-blasted  settlements  of  the  Moravians  on  the 
Muskingum. 

David  Williamson,  the  officer  second  in  command  of  the 
expedition,  w^as  familiar  with  this  spot.  He  it  was  who  had 
commanded  the  gang  of  murderers,  by  whose  bloody  hands  the 
inncocent  Moravian  Indians  had  been  put  to  death.  Yet,  when 
he  found  himself  once  more  near  the  scene  of  this  appalling 
"  massacre,  there  is  no  record,  no  evidence  that  his  heart  was 
moved  with  one  sensation  of  regret,  with  a  single  throb  of  pity. 
Such  is  the  brutalizing  influence  of  war  upon  the  warrior. 

The  march  was  designed  to  be  hasty.  The  plan  was  to 
surprise  the  savages.  Day  after  day  they  advanced,  without 
finding  the  print  of  a  single  moccasin  or  hearing  the  crack  of  a 
single  hostile  rifle.  It  was  not  the  advance  of  an  army  with 
banners,  to  the  music  of  the  fife  and  drum.  It  was  the  insidious 


THE  DOOM  OF  CRAWFORD. 


movement^  swift  and  silent,  of  a  mighty  serpent,  winding 
stealthily  through  the  sunless  forests  toward  the  unsuspecting 
towns  of  the  Indians.  Now  and  then  an  incident  happened 
which  attracted  the  attention  of  the  men.  Some  of  the  volun- 
teers lost  their  horses,  and  were  compelled  to  return  to  the 
settlements.  This  the  borderers  res^arded  as  a  bad  sia^n. 
"Perhaps  the  rest  of  us  will  not  go  back  at  all!"  said  one  of 
the  men. 

On  another  day,  a  fox  got  into  the  lines.  The  men  at  once 
surrounded  it  on  all  sides,  but  in  spite  of  their  utmost  efforts  to 
capture  it,  the  animal  escaped.  In  every  considerable  company 
of  men  there  will  be  some  who  are  positively  and  blindly 
superstitious.  In  addition  to  these  there  will  be  a  larger  num- 
ber of  credulous  and  talkative  persons  who,  when  informed 
that  a  certain  thing  is  an  omen  or  sign,  at  once  take  it  up  as  a 
matter  of  fact.  So  it  came  to  be  whispered  through  the  camp 
that  the  escape  of  the  fox  was  a  bad  omen.  *'  If  the  whole 
army,"  said  they,  "is  unable  to  kill  a  fox,  under  such  circum- 
stances, what  success  can  be  expected  against  Indians  ? ' 

The  army  at  last  emerged  from  the  forests,  which  they  had 
traversed,  into  the  rolling  prairies  of  Ohio.  "'  To  most  of  the 
volunteers,"  says  the  historian  of  this  expedition,  "'  the  sight 
of  the  plains  was  a  novel  one.  The  high,  coarse  grass,  the 
islands  of  timber,  the  o:radually  undulating;  surface,  were  all 
objects  of  surprise.  Birds  of  strange  plumage  flew  over  them, 
prairie  hens  rose  before  them,  sailing  away  and  slowly  dropping 
into  the  grass  on  either  hand.  Sand-hill  cranes  blew  their  shrill 
p:[)es,  startled  by  the  sudden  apparition.  Prairie  owls,  on  cum- 
brous wings,  fluttered  away  in  the  distance,  and  tlie  noisy  ])"t- 
tein  was  heard  along  the  streamlets.  Wild  gee>e  were  fi'i,iiht- 
e  ie.l  from  their  nests,  and,  occasionally,  in  widening  circles  far 
;.bo\  e  them,  soared  the  imperial  eagle." 

At  length  the  destination  of  the  expedition,  into  which  the 
entire  western  border  had  concentrated  its  energy  and  ^alor, 
was  almost  reached.    On  the  morning  of  the  4th  of  June  the 


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INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


men  were  awake  and  ready  for  the  march  before  the  brightness 
of  the  sunrise  had  illuminated  the  landscape.  Throughout  the 
whole  camp  there  was  a  bustle  of  unusual  excitement.  Through 
their  long  march  scarcely  an  Indian  had  been  seen.  The  men 
felt  themselves  to  be  approaching  a  crisis.  Their  nerves  were 
strung  at  the  highest  tension.  Guns  were  examined,  and  fresh 
charges  put  in.  Packs  were  readjusted,  and  saddle  girths  care- 
fully tightened.  The  army  were  encamped  near  the  site  of  the 
present  village  of  Wyandot  in  the  county  of  that  name  in  the 
State  of  Ohio. 

The  march  was  begun  just  as  the  flaming  disk  of  day 
appeared  above  the  horizon.  The  direction  taken  was  nearly 
north-west.  Six  miles'  travel  brought  them  to  the  mouth  of 
the  Little  Sandusky.  The  spot  was  a  familiar  one  to  Slover. 
He  had  been  taken  captive  by  the  Miami  Indians  when  only 
eight  years  of  age,  spending  the  next  six  years  of  his  life  with 
that  tribe. 

Three  Indian  trails  led  from  the  spot  of  which  we  are  now 
speaking.  One  south-east,  through  the  Plains,  to  Owl  Creek, 
now  the  Vernon  River,  leading  thence  to  Walhomding.  This 
was  the  route  taken  by  the  Moravian  missionaries  and  their 
converts  at  the  time  of  their  exile  from  the  settlements  on  the 
Muskingum  to  the  barren  plains  of  Sandusky.  A  second  trail 
led  to  the  south,  up  the  east  side  of  the  Little  Sandusky.  The 
third  ran  to  the  south-west,  toward  the  Shawanese  town  upon 
Mad  River.  Besides  these,  there  was  also  a  fourth  trace,  lead- 
ing north  along  the  east  side  of  the  river,  through  the  woods. 

This  latter  was  the  one  which  Crawford  took.  The  army 
moved  cautiously,  for  Slover  assured  Crawford  that  the  Wyan- 
dot town  was  near  at  hand.  Following  the  turn  of  the  river, 
the  army  marched  rapidly  in  a  westerly  direction.  There  was 
an  opening  in  the  woods,  towards  which  the  men  pressed  on 
eagerly.  Just  before  them  lay  the  Wyandot  town,  the  goal  of 
the  expedition. 

Yet,  though  a  hostile  army  was  now  within  full  view  of 


THE  DOOM  OF  CRAWFORD. 


387'" 


the  place,  there  was  no  sign  of  life  in  the  village.  The  shrill 
war-cry,  the  screams  of  the  squaws,  the  barking  of  the  dogs, 
were  all  wanting.  Were  the  inhabitants  of  the  place  asleep,  or 
was  the  village  enchanted  ?  As  the  invaders  drew  nearer,  they 
found,  to  their  surprise,  that  the  Wyandot  town  was  without 
an  inhabitant.  All  was  a  solitude.  The  empty  huts  were  silent 
and  deserted.  Grass  was  growing  in  the  doorways.  The  ashes 
of  the  camp-fires  seemed  to  have  been  beaten  by  many  a  rain 
since  the  hot  coals  had  glowed  in  their  midst. 

The  army  was  astonished.  Some  mistake  had  been  made. 
Where,  then,  was  Sandusky,  the  principal  town  of  the  Wyan- 
dots,  to  attack  which  the  volunteers  had  traveled  one  hundred 
and  sixty  miles  ?  A  halt  was  called.  It  was  one  o'clock  in  the 
afternoon,  the  officers  of  the  army  were  hastily  called  together 
for  a  council  of  war,  to  consider  the  strange  aspect  of  affairs. 

Leaving  the  officers  of  the  volunteer  army  in  anxious  con- 
sultation, let  us  briefly  sketch  the  state  of  affairs  among  the 
Indians-  The  reverses  experienced  by  them  early  in  the  year, 
together  with  the  Gnadenhutten  massacre,  had  roused  the 
Indians  to  the  highest  activity  and  watchfulness.  Every  white 
settlement  on  the  frontier  was  placed  under  the  surveillance  of 
invisible  spies.  When  the  cabins  of  the  pioneers  began  to  be 
pervaded  by  an  unusual  stir  in  preparation  for  the  expedition 
against  Sandusky,  fleet  runners,  unbeknown  to  the  white  men, 
bore  the  startling  news  to  the  villages  of  their  tribes. 

When  the  assemblage  of  volunteers  took  place  at  Mingo 
Bottom,  every  movement  was  observed  by  subtle  scouts,  and 
the  tidings  reported  to  their  chiefs.  That  a  great  expedition 
was  forming  was  evident.  Its  destination,  however,  was 
unknown.  In  every  forest  through  which  the  army  had  passed 
lurked  unseen  savages,  watching  their  course.  Meanwhile,  run- 
ners were  dispatched  to  every  village,  bearing  the  news  that  the 
Indians  must  concentrate  all  their  forces  to  successfully  resist 
this  invasion.  Messengers  were  also  dispatched  to  Detroit, 
begging  the  British  commandant  to  send  instant  and  powerful 


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INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


aid  to  his  Indian  allies.  The  old  Wyandot  town  had  been 
deserted  some  time  before  this.  Its  people  had  removed  to  a 
point  on  the  river  eight  miles  below  the  old  town.  Its  location 
was  five  miles  below  the  present  town  of  Upper  Sandusky,  just 
where  the  Kilbourne  road  crosses  the  river. 

That  the  destination  of  Crawford  and  his  men  was  to  be  the 
Sandusky  towns  seemed  clear  to  the  Indians.  In  this  they 
were  confirmed  by  Crawford's  encampment  on  the  night  of  the 
3d  of  June.  Eighteen  miles  down  the  river  from  that  camp 
was  the  chief  Wyandot  town,  wdiere  the  warriors  were  prepared 
to  march  at  any  instant.  Eleven  miles  in  another  direction 
stood  the  village  of  Captain  Pipe,  the  war  chief  of  the  Dela- 
wares.  Here,  too,  the  savages  stood  all  night  long  plumed  and 
ready  for  battle. 

On  the  morning  of  the  4th  of  June  the  Delaware  war-chief 
moved  forward  with  his  tw^o  hundred  braves  to  an  appointed 
rendezvous  with  the  Wyandot  braves.  From  the  village  of  the 
latter  the  squaws  and  children  were  carefully  removed  and  con- 
cealed in  a  deep  ravine.  The  traders  in  the  town  hastily  packed 
their  goods  and  started  for  Detroit. 

Besides  the  Wyandots,  whose  numbers  exceeded  those  of 
the  Delawares,  the  combined  forces  of  which  already  surpassed 
the  volunteer  army,  there  was  also  moving  to  the  Indian  ren- 
dezvous, tAvo  other  re-enforcements.  From  the  Shawanese  town, 
forty  miles  away,  Avere  coming  two  hundred  braves  of  that  tribe. 
They  were  not  expected  to  arrive  until  the  next  day.  From 
the  north  was  coming  powerful  succor  of  a  different  sort.  The 
commandant  of  Detroit  had  dispatched  to  the  scene  of  action 
Butler  s  Mounted  Rangers,  with  three  pieces  of  artillery. 

It  was  impossible  for  this  re-enforcement  to  reach  the  ren- 
dezvous before  the  5th  of  June.  Far  in  advance  of  the  Rangers, 
however,  mounted  on  the  swiftest  horse  in  the  company,  rode 
Matthew  Elliott  at  the  top  of  his  speed.  He  it  was  who  was 
to  have  command  of  all  the  allied  forces.  He  reached  his  com- 
mand about  noon  of  the  fourth.    Second  in  command  to  him  was 


THE  DOOM  OF  CRAWFORD. 


389 


his  fellow-ruffian  and  Tory,  Simon  Grirty.  Such  were  the  prep- 
arations made  for  the  destruction  of  Crawford's  army. 

The  council  of  war,  held  on  the  site  of  the  deserted  Wyan- 
dot town,  resulted  in  an  advance  in  search  of  the  real  Sandusky, 
which  Slover  rightly  believed  to  be  eight  miles  farther  down  the 
river.  The  army  had  proceeded  some  three  or  four  miles  when 
some  of  the  men  expressed  an  earnest  desire  to  return  home, 
for  the  reason  that  there  remained  only  five  days'  provisions. 
Crawford  again  called  a  halt.  His  officers  were  at  once  sum- 
moned for  another  council.  Jonathan  Zane  urged  an  immediate 
retreat.  He  was  of  the  opinion  that  the  Indians  would  in  the 
end  bring  an  overwhelming  force  against  them.  The  failure  to 
discover  any  Indians  as  yet  convinced  him  that  they  were  con- 
centrated at  some  point  not  far  away  for  a  determined  resist- 
ance. In  this  view"  Crawford  coincided.  It  was,  however,  at 
last,  resolved  to  continue  the  advance  during  the  afternoon,  and, 
in  case  of  continued  failure  to  meet  the  enemy,  that  a  retreat 
should  be  commenced  during  the  night. 

In  front  of  the  army  rode  a  party  of  scouts.  The  country 
was  rolling  prairie,  flecked  with  island-groves  of  thickly  growing 
trees.  At  one  of  these  green  oases  the  scouts  reined  in  their 
panting  horses.  One  mile  to  the  east  of  them  lay  the  Sandusky 
River,  its  winding  course  marked  out  upon  the  landscape  hy  a 
fringe  of  forest  trees.  Midway  between  the  grove  and  the  river 
ran  the  trail  leading  to  the  Wyandot  town.  South-west  of  the 
grove,  not  very  far  off,  was  a  cranberry  marsh,  impassable  to  horse- 
men. This  swamp  the  scouts  had  passed  without  discovering  it. 
After  a  few  moments'  pause,  this  advance  guard  put  spurs  to  their 
horses,  and  galloped  on  over  the  prairie.  Having  left  the  grove 
about  a  mile  to  the  rear,  the  scouts  suddenly  discovered  a  large 
body  of  Indians  running  directly  toward  them — they  were  in 
sight  of  the  Indian  rendezvous.  One  of  their  number,  riding 
their  fleetest  horse,  at  once  galloped  back  to  inform  Crawford 
of  the  enemy's  whereabouts.  The  rest  retired  slowly  as  the 
savages  advanced. 


390  '       INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 

Just  as  the  Americans  had  finished  their  council  of  war  the 
breathless  scout  dashed  in,  bearing  the  news  of  the  discovery 
of  the  Indians.  In  a  moment  the  lagging  army  took  fire  with 
enthusiasm,  and  started  forward  at  the  top  of  their  speed.  They 
found  that  the  Indians  had  already  reached  the  island  grove 
and  taken  possession  of  it.  Crawford's  military  eye  at  once 
discerned  this  to  be  a  strategic  point.  By  a  rapid  charge  the 
Indians  were  driven,  and  the  Americans,  in  turn,  took  posses- 
sion of  the  cover. 

The  firing  began  at  four  o'clock  in  the  afternoon.  The 
Indians,  led  by  Elliott  and  Girty,  were  concealed  by  the  thick, 
high  grass  of  the  open  prairie.  They  would  creep  forward, 
unseen,  close  to  the  trees,  and  fire  upon  the  Americans  from 
their  concealment.  Some  of  the  borderers  climbed  the  trees, 
and  from  their  bushy  tops  took  deadly  aim  at  the  heads  of  the 
enemy  moving  about  in  the  grass.  Great  execution  was  done 
in  this  way.  One  man  said  afterward,  '^1  do  not  knoAv  how 
many  Indians  I  killed,  but  I  never  saw  the  same  head  again 
above  the  grass  after  I  shot  at  it."  The  battle  raged  with 
fury.  Every  tree  and  log  in  the  grove  blazed  with  the  inces- 
sant flashes  of  the  American  rifles.  Not  a  foe  was  visible  on 
either  side.  Yet  every  point  in  the  surrounding  prairie  gave 
forth  continuous  explosions,  and,  over  all  floated  a  bank  of 
white  smoke. 

The  afternoon  was  exceedingly  sultry.  Not  a  breath  of  air 
was  stirring.  The  river  was  a  mile  away.  No  spring  or  stream 
of  water  was  to  be  found  in  the  grove.  The  soldiers  were 
attacked  by  the  intolerable  torment  of  thirst.  In  this  emer- 
gency one  of  the  men,  John  Sherrard,  distinguished  himself. 
In  the  excitement  of  the  conflict  he  had  rendered  his  gun  use- 
less by  ramming  a  ball  into  the  barrel  without  having  put  in  a 
charge  of  powder.  He  said  "  I  will  not  be  idle."  He  went  in 
search  of  water.  He  found  a  place  where  a  tree  had  been  torn 
up  by  the  roots.  In  the  cavity  left  in  the  ground  had  collected 
a  pool  of  stagnant  water.    Pushing  aside  the  green  scum,  he 


TEE  DOOM  OF  CRAWFORD. 


391 


filled  his  canteen  and  hat,  and  ran  to  carry  the  water  to  his 
thirsty  comrades.  During  the  afternoon  he  made  twenty  trips 
of  this  kind. 

For  a  while  the  issue  of  the  battle  was  doubtful.  Toward 
sunset  the  fire  of  the  savages  weakened.  Their  caution  about 
exposure  increased.  They  had  evidently  suffered.  At  dark 
they  had  withdrawn  beyond  the  range  of  the  American  rifles. 
The  Americans,  being  left  in  possession  of  the  field,  were  the 
victors.  To  guard  against  a  night  surprise,  each  party  resorted 
to  the  same  device.  They  built  a  line  of  huge  camp-fires,  and 
then  fell  back  from  them  for  some  distance.  By  this  means  any 
approaching  foe  would  be  revealed.  The  loss  of  the  American 
army  was  five  killed  and  nineteen  wounded.  The  battle-field 
was  three  miles  north,  and  half  a  mile  east  of  the  spot  now 
occupied  by  the  court-house  in  Upper  Sandusky, 

At  sunrise  on  the  beautiful  morning  of  the  5th  of  June,  occa- 
sional shots  at  long  range  began  to  be  exchanged  between  the 
contending  forces.  As  the  day  advanced  the  enemy's  firing  con- 
tinued to  be  slack  and  irregular.  As  to  the  cause  of  this  feeble- 
ness the  Americans  were  fatally  mistaken.  They  regarded  it  as 
an  indication  of  depression  occasioned  by  the  defeat  of  the  pre- 
vious day.  In  fact,  however,  the  Wyandot s  and  Delawares 
were  abundantly  satisfied  with  simply  being  able  to  hold  the 
Americans  in  check  until  the  arrival  of  the  band  of  braves  from 
the  Shawanese  village,  and  of  the  redoubtable  Butler's  Rangers. 
Every  hour  brought  these  re-enforcements,  of  which  the  Ameri- 
cans were  totally  ignorant,  nearer  to  the  field  of  battle. 

Crawford  would  gladly  have  attacked  the  foe  early  in  the  day, 
but  the  volunteers  seemed  in  a  poor  condition  for  the  undertak- 
ing. Many  of  the  men  were  sick  from  the  fatigues  of  the  march. 
Others  were  suffering  from  the  combined  effects  of  the  heat  and 
of  the  poisonous  water  which  they  had  been  compelled  to  drink. 
Besides  these  there  were  nineteen  wounded.  Fifteen  or  twenty 
more  were  required  to  nurse  the  sick.  These  subtractions  from 
the  little  army  so  weakened  its  strength  for  the  time  being  that 


392  INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 

it  was  thought  best  to  withhold  the  attack  until  nightfall.  The 
morning  was  spent  in  comparative  repose.  The  volunteers  were 
confident  of  an  easy  victory.  The  men  lay  in  the  shade,  already 
chatting  gayly  of  the  success  of  the  expedition.  Some  even 
talked  of  the  w(^lconie  they  wouhl  receive  on  their  return.  A 
change,  however,  was  to  come  over  the  spirit  of  the  idlers  in  the 
grove. 

An  hour  or  two  after  noon  a  sentinel  stationed  in  a  copse 
north-east  of  the  grove  discovered  a  small  speck  at  a  great  dis- 
tance in  the  prairie.  As  his  eager  eye  watched  the  appjirition 
it  grew  larger.  A  few  moments  Liter  he  perceived  it  to  be  a 
body  of  mounted  men.  Pausing  yet  a  moment,  it  became  plain 
that  these  troops  were  white  men.  The  sentinel  stood  no  longer, 
but  fished  toward  his  commander  with  information  of  the  dis- 
covery. The  grove  at  once  became  the  scene  of  animation  and 
excitement.  The  loungers  sprang  from  their  mossy  couches  and 
buckled  on  their  fierce  equipment  for  battle.  Horses  were  sad- 
dled, the  Avounded  were  carried  to  the  rear.  While  the  volun- 
teers were  thus  making  their  active  preparations  for  a  battle, 
the  officers  were  grouped  in  a  hurried  council  of  war.  The  no- 
tion of  an  attack  was  at  once  abandoned,  in  the  presence  of  the 
civilized  foe.  A  defensive  policy  was  all  that  remained.  It  was 
no  longer  a  question  of  the  destruction  of  the  Indian  t^>wns ;  it 
was  a  question  of  the  destruction  of  the  army. 

While  deliberating  upon  the  critical  situation,  another  scout 
came  running  in  with  the  news  of  the  approach  of  other  re-en- 
forcements to  the  enemy.  The  officers  looked  with  anxious  gaze 
in  the  direction  indicated ;  there  they  beheld,  in  full  career  over 
the  open  prairie,  the  painted  warriors  of  the  Shawanese,  with 
fluttering  plumes  and  fixntastic  decorations,  coming  to  the  help 
of  their  brethren. 

Let  us  take  a  survey  of  the  situation.  Crawford  and  his 
men  were  still  encamped  in  the  small  grove.  To  the  north  of 
them,  in  the  direction  of  their  town,  were  encamped  the  Wyan- 
dots,  supported  by  the  newly  arrived  Butler's  Rangers.    To  the 


THE  DOOM  OF  CRAWFORD.     -  o\Jo 

south  of  the  grove,  and  a  little  to  the  west  of  the  trail  along 
which  the  army  had  come,  were  posted  the  Dela wares.  This 
position  they  had  assumed  during  the  battle  of  the  previous  day. 
Posted  as  they  were,  in  the  rear  of  Crawford,  they  endangered 
his  retreat.  The  Shawanese.  as  if  by  previous  arrangement, 
encamped  to  the  south-east  of  the  grove.  The  trail  along  Avhich 
the  army  must  pass  in  case  of  retreat  was  thus  made  to  run  be- 
tween the  two  camps  of  the  Shawanese  and  the  Delawares — a 
manetiver  of  great  skill. 

As  the  council  of  war  continued,  small  srjuads  of  Indians 
were  discovered  pouring  in  from  all  quarters  as  re-enforcements. 
But  one  course  was  open  tc  the  Americans.  That  was  retreat. 
Orders  were  given  for  a  retrograde  movement,  to  commence  at 
nine  o'clock  that  night.  The  dead  were  buried.  For  the  seven 
dangerously  wounded,  litters  were  made.  The  army  was  to 
march  in  four  diAusions.  keeping  the  wounded  in  the  center. 
As  soon  as  it  was  dark  the  sentinels  were  called  in.  and  the 
bod}'  formed  for  the  march,  with  Crawford  at  the  head. 

At  the  moment  of  starting,  the  enemy,  having  discovered 
the  intentions  of  the  Americans,  opened  a  hot  fire.  Some  of 
the  men  became  alarmed.  The  arrami^ements  for  a  regular 
retreat  were,  in  the  excitement  and  panic  of  the  moment,  for- 
gotten. The  men  in  the  foremost  ranks  started  to  run.  and.  the 
example  being  contagious,  the  whole  army  was  soon  in  full 
flight.  The  seven  men  in  the  litters  Avere  left  behind.  Of 
these,  five  were  helped  upon  comrades"  horses.  Two  unfortu- 
nate men  were  left  to  the  insatiate  vengeairce  of  the  savages. 
The  first  division,  under  Major  McClelland,  was  soon  engaged 
with  the  Delawares  and  ShaAvanese.  McClelland  fell  from  his 
horse,  dangerously  wounded,  at  the  first  fire.  Calling  to  John 
Orr,  who  was  on  foot,  the  wounded  captain  bade  the  man 
take  his  horse,  and  make  his  escape.  Avhich  he  did.  In  the 
darkness  and  confusion  McClelland  was  believed  by  the  few 
who  saw  him  fall,  either  to  have  been  killed  outright,  or 
to  have   been  trampled    to   death    under  the    hoofs    of  the 


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oncoming  horses.  In  fact,  he  was  reserved  for  a  more  dread- 
ful fate. 

The  enemy,  on  their  part,  fearful  lest  Crawford's  movements 
formed  some  kind  of  maneuver,  and  not  a  flight,  hesitated  in 
their  pursuit.  Meanwhile,  the  rear  divisions,  seeing  McClel- 
land's  party  furiously  attacked  by  the  Delawares,  bore  off  to  the 
south-west  to  avoid  the  Indians,  leaving  their  struggling  com- 
panions to  their  left.  At  an  earlier  point  in  the  narrative  men- 
tion has  been  made  of  a  vast  cranberry  swamp,  lying  west  of 
the  trail  followed  by  the  army  in  its  advance.  Into  this  swamp, 
owing  to  the  darkness,  some  of  the  Americans  unfortunately 
blundered.  Many  of  the  men  were  compelled  to  leave  their 
horses  hopelessly  mired  in  the  bog.  To  add  to  their  danger, 
the  Americans  were  attacked  in  the  rear  by  the  enemy,  suffer- 
ing considerable  loss.  The  remainder  skirted  the  morass  on 
the  west,  clear  around,  to  a  point  nearly  opposite  that  of  their 
entrance  to  the  swamp. 

A  little  before  daylight  they  again  found  themselves  on  the 
trail,  having,  in  their  march,  described  a  half  circle  around  the 
swamp,  of  which  the  center  was  the  present  town  of  Upper 
Sandusky.  The  men  of  McClelland's  division  had  fought  their 
way  along  the  diameter  of  the  circle,  and,  in  a  badly  demoral- 
ized condition,  reunited  with  their  friends  at  the  deserted  Wy- 
andot village.  At  this  point  a  halt  was  made.  Straggling 
parties  came  up  with  the  others,  until  nearly  three  hundred  of 
the  volunters  were  once  more  together. 

An  investigation  was  made,  to  find  who  w^ere  missing.  To 
the  great  sorrow  of  the  entire  army.  Colonel  Crawford  was 
nowhere  to  be  found.  Nothing  was  known  of  him.  Whether 
killed,  captured,  or  escaped  was  a  matter  of  conjecture.  Dr. 
John  Knight  and  John  Slover,  together  wdth  the  brave  McClel- 
land, were  also  missing.  The  command  of  the  army  now 
devolved  upon  Williamson,  who,  seconded  by  the  brilliant  mili- 
tary genius  of  Rose,  made  the  most  powerful  exertions  to  rally 
the  broken  array  for  a  regular  retreat. 


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fcjven  in  the  midst  of  such  tragic  scenes  as  these  occur  inci- 
dents calculated  to  provoke  a  smile.  One  of  the  volunteers 
discovered  a  brass  kettle,  left  in  a  deserted  Indian  sugar-camp. 
In  spite  of  his  peril,  the  prize  was  too  great  for  his  prudence. 
He  dismounted  from  his  horse,  seized  a  huge  bowlder,  and 
pounded  the  utensil  flat  for  transportation.  Through  all  the 
exciting  scenes  of  the  retreat,  this  article  kept  its  place  on 
Vance's  saddle. 

John  Sherrard,  the  man  who  had  carried  w^ater  to  his  com- 
rades during  the  battle,  had,  in  the  confusion  of  the  flight  from 
the  grove,  become  separated  from  his  companions.  In  company 
with  Daniel  Harbaugh,  he  followed  the  track  of  the  army  as 
best  he  could.  Riding  through  the  forest  soon  after  sunrise  on 
the  6th,  Harbaugh,  less  agile  than  his  companion,  was  shot  by 
an  Indian.  Sherrard,  sickened  at  the  death  of  his  companion, 
nevertheless  removed  the  saddle  and  bridle  from  the  dead  man's 
horse  and  substituted  them  for  his  own,  which  were  inferior. 
He  had  proceeded  but  a  short  distance,  when  he  recklessly 
resolved  to  return  for  a  pack  of  provisions  which  he  had  left 
tied  to  his  own  saddle.  Securing  this,  he  resumed  his  journey, 
and  overtook  the  retreating  army. 

At  two  o'clock  in  the  afternoon  of  the  6th  of  June,  the 
retreating  army,  by  that  time  somewhat  rallied  from  the  demor- 
alization of  the  night,  were  attacked  from  the  rear  by  a  large 
force  of  the  enemy.  The  volunteers  succeeded  in  beating  off  the 
foe,  an  achievement  in  which  they  w^ere  aided  by  a  terrible 
thunder-storm  which  broke  over  the  combatants.  When  the 
rain  ceased  the  foe  renewed  the  attack,  and  at  night  the  two 
armies  slept  within  sight  of  each  other.  In  the  morning  shots 
were  again  exchanged  near  the  spot  where  the  village  of  Crest- 
line now  stands.  Thenceforth  the  retreat  of  the  broken  and 
dispirited  army  was  continued  without  interruption. 

It  is  not  to  be  supposed  that  the  volunteers  all  reached  home 
at  once.  For  days  they  continued  to  straggle  back.  Some  of 
the  men  became  completely  bewildered.    Nicholas  Dawson  had 


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become  separated  from  his  companions,  and  was  endeavoring  to 
make  his  way  home  when  he  was  discovered  by  two  other  vol- 
unteers. Dawson  at  that  time  was  traveling  in  exactl//  the  tvromj 
direction^  going  hack  toward  Sandusky.  The  men  attempted  to 
convince  him  of  his  error,  but  he  pertinaciously  insisted  that  he 
was  right.  At  hist  the  men  told  him  that  he  would  certainly 
be  captured  by  the  savages  and  tortured  to  death  if  he  pro- 
ceeded in  his  present  course,  and  that  as  it  would  be  better  for 
him  to  die  from  a  painless  and  sudden  gun-shot  wound  than 
from  the  merciless  barbarities  of  the  savages,  they  would  kill 
him  out  of  friendship.  This  argument  proved  successful.  Daw- 
son turned  about  reluctantly,  and,  with  the  others,  reached  home 
in  safety. 

Philip  Smith  and  a  young  man  named  Rankin  had  also 
become  separated  from  the  army,  owing  to  the  loss  of  their 
horses.  They  had  their  guns,  but  were  afraid  to  use  them  to 
procure  game  for  fear  of  attracting  the  attention  of  the  Indians. 
By  chance  they  came  across  an  Indian  pony,  which  Smith  under- 
took to  dispatch  with  his  tomahawk.  The  animal,  however, 
proved  to  be  an  expert  dodger.  Rankin  at  last  blindfolded  it, 
and  thus  enabled  Smith  to  deal  a  fatal  blow.  On  the  flesh  of 
the  pony  they  subsisted  for  some  time. 

On  the  third  night  of  their  retreat  two  volunteers  on  horses 
fell  in  with  them.  While  proceeding  along  the  banks  of  a  stream 
they  were  ambuscaded  by  four  savages.  Smith  was  in  the  act 
of  stooping  to  get  a  drink  from  the  river.  The  two  men  on 
horseback  were  shot  dead.  Smith  seized  a  gun  and  ran  up  the 
bank  after  his  companion,  Rankin,  who  had  also  taken  to  flight. 
The  latter  mistook  Smith  for  a  enemy,  and  three  times  attempted 
to  shoot  him.  He  succeeded,  however,  in  dodging,  until  he  came 
near  enough  to  be  recognized.  Escaping  from  these  Indians, 
the  wanderers  came  upon  a  camp,  evidently  just  deserted.  A 
white  man,  freshly  scalped,  lay  on  the  ground.  As  they  looked 
at  him,  he  took  his  hand  and  rubbed  his  bloody  head.  He  had 
been  scalped  while  alive,  but,  of  course,  death  was  near.  Over 


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the  camp  fire  hung  a  pot  of  boiling  hominy.  This  the  famished 
wanderers  feared  to  eat  lest  it  should  be  poisoned.  They,  at 
last,  reached  home  naked,  footsore,  and  famished.  To  acquaint- 
ances they  were  unrecognizable.  The  loved  ones  of  their  fam- 
ilies, however,  knew  the  wanderers  at  once. 

Many  were  the  cabins  of  the  frontier  in  which  were  weep- 
ing of  women  and  wailing  of  children  for  the  brave  ones  which 
returned  not.  Sherrard  made  his  home  with  the  widowed 
mother  of  James  Paull,  who  had  also  accompanied  the  expe- 
dition. Concerning  her  boy  nothing  could  be  learned.  At  the 
moment  of  retreat  from  the  grove,  Sherrard  noticed  that  the 
young  man  was  sound  asleep.  He  gave  the  sleeper  a  shake, 
and  shouted,  "Up,  James  !  let 's  be  off.  They  're  all  starting, 
and  we  '11  be  left."  He  had  seen  the  young  man  spring  to  his 
feet,  but  at  that  moment  lost  sight  of  him  in  the  darkness,  and 
of  his  fate  could  tell  nothing.  The  poor  widow  bore  her 
mighty  sorrow  alone,  and  never  ceased  to  look  for  the  return 
of  her  boy. 

Sherrard  had  another  distressing  scene  to  go  through  with. 
As  soon  as  he  had  obtained  a  little  rest,  he  started  to  return 
the  pack-saddle  of  Daniel  Harbaugh,  which  he  had  taken  from 
his  dead  companion's  horse,  to  his  widow.  The  story  of  her 
husband's  death  was  heart-breaking  to  the  sorrowing  woman. 
She,  however,  kneiv  that  he  was  dead.  Though  stricken  with 
grief  she  was  not  doomed  to  be  haunted  forever  after  by  a  fear- 
ful uncertainty. 

Among  those  who  could  learn  nothing  definite  concerning 
their  loved  relatives,  was  Hannah  Crawford,  wife  of  the  colonel 
in  command  of  the  expedition.  For  a  long  time  she  suffered 
from  hope  deferred  until  the  heart  grew  sick  indeed.  When  at 
last  she  heard  the  awful  truth,  which  w^ill  be  hereafter  related 
in  these  pages,  she  was  of  all  the  sorrowing  ones  of  the  stricken 
frontier  the  most  to  be  commiserated. 

As  has  been  stated,  to  the  genius  and  exertions  of  John 
Rose,  aid-de-camp  to  Colonel  Crawford,  more  than  to  any  thing 


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INDIAN  TRAGEDim  AND  ROMANCES. 


else  was  due  the  fact  that  so  many  of  the  expedition  escaped 
destruction.  Without  detailing  his  further  splendid  services  to 
the  colonies,  we  here  give  his  own  explanation  of  the  mystery 
which  surrounded  him.  Just  before  leaving  America,  he  wrote 
to  his  friend,  General  Irvine,  his  true  history.  His  name,  he 
said,  was  not  John  Eose,  but  Giisiavus  H.  de  Rosenthal^  of  Lav- 
onia,  Russia,  a  baron  of  the  empire.  He  had  had  a  duel, 
brought  on  by  a  blow  inflicted  by  his  enemy  upon  an  aged 
uncle.  In  the  encounter,  which  took  place  in  an  apartment  in 
the  royal  palace  at  St.  Petersburg,  he  had  killed  his  antagonist. 
He  at  once  fled  to  America  to  draw  his  sword  in  behalf  of  the 
colonies.  At  the  close  of  the  Revolution  he  received  from  the 
emperor  a  pardon,  as  a  result  of  which  he  returned  to  his 
native  land. 

It  yet  r-emains  for  us  to  detail  the  remarkable  adventures,  or 
perchance  the  tragic  doom,  of  those  men  who,  either  at  the 
moment  of  retreat  from  the  grove,  or  subsequently  in  the  con- 
fusion and  entanglement  in  the  cranberry  marsh,  became  at  once 
separated  from  their  companions  and  found  themselves  alone  in 
the  midst  of  an  enemy's  country,  separated  from  the  nearest 
white  settlement  by  a  wilderness  one  hundred  and  sixty  miles 
in  width,  infested  by  swarms  of  hostile  Indians,  who  were 
certain  to  scour  the  woods  in  every  direction  in  search  of  strag- 
glers from  the  retreating  and  broken  army. 

Among  those  who  had  the  misfortune  to  lose  their  horses  in 
the  mire  of  the  cranberry  marsh  were  John  Slover,  the  guide, 
and  James  Paull.  These,  with  five  others,  being  pursued  by 
savages,  fled  in  a  northerly  direction.  After  pursuing  this 
course  all  night  they  turned,  for  some  unaccountable  reason, 
toward  the  south-west.  About  ten  o'clock  in  the  forenoon  they 
halted  to  eat.  Each  man  had  a  scrap  of  pork.  From  this  they 
proposed  to  make  a  sumptuous  breakfast. 

Hardly  had  the  poor  fellows  seated  themselves  on  the 
i^^round  when  a  file  of  Indian  warriors  was  discovered  coming 
along  a  neighboring  trail  which  the  volunteers  had  not  observed. 


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The  latter  ran  off,  leaving  their  baggage  and  provisions,  but 
were  not  discovered.  Their  loss  of  provisions,  scanty  though 
the  supply  was,  was  a  most  serious  mishap.  At  last  they 
resolved  to  return  and  secure  them,  which  was  accomplished 
successfully.  At  twelve  o'clock  they  perceived  another  party 
of  Indians  approaching,  but  by  skulking  in  the  grass  and  bushes 
of  the  prairie,  they  again  escaped  discovery. 

The  progress  of  the  party  was  slow,  one  of  the  men  having 
burnt  his  foot,  and  the  other  being  attacked  with  rheumatisni, 
contracted  from  exposure  to  the  rain  storm  which  has  been  pre- 
viously mentioned.  When  at  last  they  struck  woodland,  they 
turned  due  east  in  their  line  of  march.  On  the  7th  of  June, 
the  man  with  the  rheumatism  was  left  behind  in  a  swamp. 
"  Waiting  for  him  some  time,"  says  Slover,  in  his  narrative,  "  I 
saw  him  coming  within  one  hundred  yards,  as  I  sat  on  the  body 
of  an  old  tree  mending  my  moccasins ;  but  taking  my  eye  from 
him  I  saw  him  no  more.  He  had  not  observed  our  tracks,  but 
had  gone  a  different  way.  We  whistled  on  our  chargers,  and 
afterwards  halloed  for  him,  but  in  vain."  This  man  afterwards 
reached  his  home  in  safety.  The  terrible  adventures  which  he 
escaped  by  thus  missing  his  way  will  be  hereafter  related. 

The  man  with  the  burned  foot  was  James  Paull.  On  the 
afternoon  of  the  5th,  in  making  their  hurried  preparations  for 
retreat,  he,  with  many  others,  was  engaged  in  baking  bread.  In 
this  task  some  of  the  men,  for  Avant  of  a  better  baking-pan, 
made  use  of  a  spade  which  had  been  picked  up  in  the  deso- 
lated settlement  of  the  Moravians.  When  the  last  loaf  had 
been  turned  out,  the  hot  spade  was  thrown  down,  and  Paull 
bad  stepped  on  it  with  his  bare  foot,  burning  himself  badly. 

Passing  through  what  is  now  Wayne  county,  about  nine 
o'clock  on  the  8th  of  June,  the  party  was  ambuscaded  by  a 
band  of  Shawanese.  With  tireless  pertinacity,  these  red  detec- 
tives of  the  wilderness  had  all  the  while  been  on  the  trail  of 
the  fugitives.  Two  of  the  white  men  were  shot  dead.  Paull, 
notwithstanding  his  burnt  foot,  ran  for  his  life,  and  escaped. 


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Slover  and  the  other  two  men  were  taken  captives.  By  a 
remarkable  coincidence,  one  of  the  captors  had  been  in  the  party 
which  had  captured  Slover  in  the  mountains  of  Virginia  when 
but  a  boy.  The  Indian,  however,  had  nothing  but  curses  for 
his  old  acquaintance.  Sick  at  heart,  the  three  prisoners  started 
for  the  Shawanese  towns,  on  Mad  River,  in  what  is  now  Logan 
county,  Ohio. 

On  the  third  day  after  their  capture  they  came  in  sight  of 
a  small  Indian  village.  Slover  had  hoped  that  his  old  captor 
might  treat  him  with  some  clemency.  On  his  entrance  to  the 
village  this  hope  was  dashed  in  pieces.  The  inhabitants  of  the 
place,  crazy  with  joy  over  the  great  victory  at  Sandusky,  were 
delighted  to  find  that  the  fun  was  not  yet  over.  They  at  once 
began  the  enjoyment  of  abusing  the  captives.  The  three  white 
men  were  beaten  with  clubs,  chastised  with  lashes,  and  buf- 
feted by  the  vile  mob  from  one  side  of  the  village  to  the  other. 

This  treatment  Avas  not  the  most  ominous  circumstance. 
The  rabble  seized  one  of  Slover's  companions,  the  oldest  man 
in  the  party,  and  stripped  him  naked.  Two  of  them  at  once 
began  the  task  of  painting  the  unfortunate  man  Hack.  As  the 
artists  progressed  with  their  work  a  dense  throng  of  hideous 
squaws  and  screaming  children  surrounded  them,  watching 
every  stroke  of  the  brush  with  intense  interest.  The  captive, 
alarmed  at  the  proceeding,  began  to  surmise  that  it  was  an  indi- 
cation that  he  was  to  be  burnt.  He  broke  down  in  tears,  and 
called  to  Slover,  asking  him  what  it  meant.  With  devilish 
temper,  the  Indians  warned  Slover  not  to  tell  the  man  any  thing. 

The  three  men  w^ere  next  told  that  they  were  to  run  the 
gauntlet  to  the  council-house,  which  was  about  a  thousand  feet 
away.  Foremost  in  the  dreadful  race  ran  the  man  who  had 
been  painted  black.  Upon  him  were  concentrated  the  chief 
efforts  of  the  savages.  Many  fired  powder  into  his  flesh  as  he 
passed  them.  Stunned,  bruised,  and  bleeding  from  the  assaults 
of  his  enemies,  the  poor  man  was  unable  to  reach  the  goal  as 
soon  as  Slover  and  his  companion.     When  he  did  so,  his  body 


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401 


had  been  gashed  in  a  dozen  places  with  tomahawks.  Here  and 
there  large  holes  had  been  burnt  in  the  flesh.    A  gun  wad, 


SLOVER'S  COMPANION  RUNNING  THE  GAUNTLET. 

fired  into  his  neck,  had  inflicted  a  painful  wound,  from  which 
the  blood  streamed  in  large  quantities. 

Shattered  as  he  was,  through  exertions  nerved  by  despair 


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INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


itself,  he  reached  the  council-house.  Exultant  with  hope,  he 
stretched  out  his  hand  to  lay  hold  of  the  door.  But  for  him 
there  was  no  rest,  no  mercy.  While  his  hand  was  still  extended 
in  the  belief  that  he  had  secured  temporary  safety,  a  dozen 
slimy  hands  jerked  him  back  from  the  door,  whose  refuge 
mocked  him.  Again  and  again,  he  fought  to  tear  himself  loose 
from  their  grasp.  But  a  few  steps  would  he  run,  till  again  he 
was  seized  and  hurled  back. 

Though  growing  weaker  at  every  moment,  and  frantic  with 
despair,  the  instinct  of  self-preservation  still  remained  to  him, 
and  he  sought  to  wrest  from  his  tormentors  a  club  or  toma- 
hawk. Perceiving  his  purpose,  the  savages  would  hold  out  to 
him  their  weapons,  and  then,  as  his  eager  fingers  were  about  to 
clutch  the  object,  w^ould  snatch  it  away  with  hideous  laugh- 
ter, and  deal  the  wretch  another  blow.  Sometimes  they  would 
allow  him  to  run  from  them  a  considerable  distance,  only  to 
make  his  recapture  the  occasion  for  a  pretended  punishment 
and  renewed  beatings.  , 

There  is  a  limit  to  human  endurance.  There  is  a  point, 
beyond  which  the  will,  electric,  exalted,  sublime,  can  no  longer 
sustain  one.  That  point  was  reached.  The  captive  fell  to  the 
ground.  As  the  showers  of  blows  were  rained  upon  him,  he 
no  longer  fought  back  with  the  ferocity  of  a  tiger  and  the  cour- 
age of  a  madman.  He  only  feebly  tried  to  screen  his  face  and 
head  with  his  lacerated  arms.  At  last  even  this  frail  defense 
gave  way.  The  blows  of  the  club  and  the  tomahawk  fell  upon 
the  body  of  the  prostrate  man,  and  met  with  neither  resistance 
nor  retaliation.  Now  and  then  a  sob,  a  gasp,  a  quiver  was  to 
be  heard  escaping  from  his  lips.  Finally,  even  these  last,  faint 
flutterings  of  life  disappeared.  The  spirit  had  departed,  leav- 
ing the  shapeless  mass,  which  had  been  its  splendid  home,  to 
be  tossed  by  cruel  hands  to  hungry  dogs. 

That  evening  Slover,  with  an  anguish  in  his  heart  which  no 
pen  can  describe,  looked  on  not  only  this  scene,  but  also  on 
three  other  black  and  mangled  bodies.    As  they  lay  in  all  their 


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mutilation,  the  scout  could  recognize  in  one  the  remains  of 
William  Harrison,  the  son-in-law  of  Colonel  Crawford.  Remov- 
ing his  eye  to  the  second  corpse,  he  saw  in  it  young  William 
Crawford,  the  youthful  nephew  of  the  commander.  The  third 
corpse  was  that  of  Major  John  McClelland.  These  three 
brave  men  had  furnished  a  gorge  of  infernal  revelry  for  the 
beastly  savages.  The  heads  and  limbs  were  impaled  on  lofty 
poles  in  the  center  of  the  town.  The  trunks  became  food 
for  dogs. 

Harrison  was  one  of  the  most  noted  men  in  the  Ohio  valley. 
He  was  a  lawyer  of  polished  education  and  lofty  intellect.  He 
had  rendered  distinguished  services  to  the  colonies. 

The  surviving  companion  of  Slover  wa:~  shortly  sent  away 
to  another  town.  Of  his  fate  we  have  no  account.  There  is  no 
reason  to  suppose  that  it  was  different  from  that  of  the  brave 
men  which  Ave  have  described.  That  night  a  great  council  was 
held  in  the  village.  Slover  was  placed  in  the  center  of  the  room, 
and  there  subjected  to  every  question  which  the  Indian  intellect 
could  invent. 

The  council  lasted  fifteen  days.  In  it  were  represented  a 
dozen  different  tribes.  Here  in  this  assembly  all  the  pride,  all 
the  exultation,  all  the  savage  joy  to  which  the  destruction  of 
Crawford's  army  had  given  rise  found  expression.  Xo  rhetoric 
was  bombastic  enough  for  the  vanity  of  the  orators  :  no  con- 
gratulations were  complimentary  enough  for  the  pride  of  the 
warriors. 

In  the  midst  of  the  council  was  received  a  message  from  the 
commandant  at  Detroit.  Of  this  communication  the  key-note 
was  clear  to  the  dullest  ear.  It  bade  the  Indians  to  take  no 
more  prisoners.  The  exhortation  was  received  with  a  mighty 
uproar  of  applause.  The  council  resolved  to  follow  the  advice. 
Henceforth  they  were  to  take  no  more  prisoners,  but  kill  outright 
every  unfortunate  who  fell  into  their  hands.  This  was  not  all. 
In  the  enthusiasm  of  the  moment  thev  determined  that  if  anv 
tribe  not  represented  at  the  council  took  any  captives,  the  otho.^ 


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INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


would  go  upon  the  war-path,  take  away  the  captives,  and  put 
them  to  death. 

During  these  days  Slover  suffered  more  from  the  villainous 
white  men  in  the  village,  who  were  continually  instigating  the 
savage  mind  to  cruelty,  than  from  the  Indians  themselves.  Simon 
Girty  was  there.  This  abominable  liar  almost  drove  the  inhab- 
itants of  the  place  insane  by  telling  them  that  he  had  asked 
Slover  how  he  liked  to  live  there,  and  that  he  had  answered 
that  he  intended  at  the  first  opportunity  to  take  a  scalp  and 
escape. 

Another  white  man  came  to  him  and  told  him  that  his  home 
had  been  in  Virginia ;  that  he  had  three  brothers  there,  and 
wanted  to  get  away.  Slover  Avas  too  old  a  scout  to  say  any 
thing  to  the  treacherous  villain.  This  prudence,  however,  did 
not  save  him.  The  fellow  went  off  and  reported  in  the  village 
that  Slover  had  consented  to  go  with  him. 

There  was  another  white  man  in  the  place.  He  lived  two 
miles  from  the  town,  in  a  house  built  of  squared  logs,  with  a 
shingle  roof.  He  dressed  in  a  gorgeous  uniform  of  gokl-laced 
clothes.  He  spoke  but  little  in  the  council.  When  he  did  it 
had  a  marked  effect.  He  did  not  question  Slover,  but  during 
all  the  time  he  seemed  to  be  oblivious  of  the  latter's  presence 
in  the  town.  He  never  spoke  to  him.  This  man  was  in  the 
employ  of  the  British  Government.  He  was  the  counterpart  of 
Girty  and  Elliott.    His  name  was  Alexander  McKee. 

On  the  morning  after  the  close  of  the  council  Slover  was 
sitting  before  the  door  of  the  cabin  where  he  had  been  kept. 
A  file  of  forty  Indian  warriors  suddenly  came  up  and  surrounded 
the  cabin.  Their  captain  was  a  white  man.  It  was  George 
Girty,  a  brother  of  Simon.  These  Indians  took  Slover,  and  put 
a  rope  around  his  neck.  They  stripped  him  naked.  His  arms 
were  bound  behind  him,  and  he  was  painted  black  from  head  to 
foot.  During  this  operation  Girty  stood  before  him,  hurling  at 
him  a  storm  of  curses.  Slover  was  then  taken  to  a  town  five 
miles  away.    Being  a  stranger,  the  inhabitants  of  the  place  had 


THE  DOOM  OF  CRAWFORD. 


405 


prepared  a  reception  for  him.  The  emblem  of  their  hospitality 
was  the  war  club  ;  their  method  of  expressing  it  was  falling  upon 
Slover,  and  beating  him  half  to  death. 

Two  miles  away  was  another  town.  It  was  not  far  from  the 
site  of  what  is  now  West  Liberty,  Logan  County,  Ohio.  Only 
one-half  of  the  council  house  had  a  roof.  Slover  noticed  this. 
In  the  center  of  that  part  of  the  structure  which  had  no  cover- 
ing was  a  huge  post,  sixteen  feet  in  height.  About  four  feet 
from  the  post  were  three  large  piles  of  firewood.  Slover  was 
taken  to  the  post.  One  rope  was  passed  around  his  neck,  another 
about  his  waist,  and  a  third  about  his  feet.  These  were  tightly 
bound  to  the  post.  This  done,  a  large  savage,  carrying  a  torch, 
stuck  it  into  the  dry  wood,  which  quickly  leaped  into  flame. 

At  this  moment  a  wnnd  began  to  roar  through  the  forest, 
swaying  the  trees  in  a  frightful  manner.  The  dust  in  the 
streets  of  the  village  was  caught  up  and  whirled  along  in 
mighty  clouds.  Terrific  thunder-peals  seemed  to  split  asunder 
the  sky-dome.  The  crowd  around  the  stake  withdrew  their 
fascinated  gaze  from  the  dreadful  drama  being  there  enacted, 
and  looked  with  apprehension  at  the  darkening  landscape  and 
the  ragged  storm-line  which  was  rapidly  approaching.  Huge 
drops  of  rain  began  to  fall.  With  screams  and  pushings  the 
crowd  scrambled  for  the  sheltered  part  of  the  council-house. 
Here  and  there  an  old  squaw  or  an  aged  warrior  stood  stolidly 
where  they  were,  as  if  to  express  their  contempt  for  the  others, 
while  the  floods  of  water  which  now  descended  drenched  them 
to  the  skin. 

The  fire  was  quickly  extinguished.  The  rain  lasted  about 
twenty  minutes.  When  it  was  over,  and  the  sun  reappeared  in 
an  azure  sky  from  which  the  clouds  were  rapidly  clearing,  the 
Indians  stood  still  for  some  minutes,  awe-stricken  and  silent. 

At  last  the  spell  w^as  broken.  The  crowd  before  so  still 
became  noisy  and  turbulent.  A  dispute  arose.  Some  wanted 
to  proceed  with  the  torture,  the  prevailing  part  insisted  on  sav- 
ing the  prisoner  until  the  next  morning.    Slover  was  untied. 


406 


INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


Even  though  the  respite  was  short,  his  spirits  rose.  Making 
him  sit  down  the  Indians  began  a  war  dance  around  him. 

At  eleven  o'clock  at  night  Half  Moon  asked  Slover  if  he 
was  sleepy,  The  captive  answered  "  Yes."  Three  Indians  were 
appointed  for  his  guard.  Taking  him  to  a  block-house,  they 
tied  his  arms  around  the  wrists  and  above  the  elbows  so  tightly 
that  the  cord  cut  deep  into  the  flesh.  To  his  neck  was  fast- 
ened a  rope,  the  other  end  of  which  was  tied  to  a  beam  in 
the  house.  It  was  long  enough  to  permit  him  to  lie  down  on 
a  couch,  which  consisted  of  a  board. 

Slover,  overcome  with  anxiety  at  the  fate  prepared  for  him, 
waited  nervously  hour  after  hour  for  his  guards  to  go  to  sleep. 
But  they  too,  though  from  different  motives,  were  full  of  excited 
interest  concerning  the  festivities  of  the  morrow.  Not  till  an 
hour  before  daybreak  did  they  weary  in  their  animated  con- 
versation. At  that  hour  two  of  them  lay  down  and  went  to 
sleep.  The  third  copper-colored  gentleman  came  over  and  ques- 
tioned Slover  as  to  how  he  would  like  "eating  fire."  The  pris- 
oner was  giving  up  his  last  earthly  hope  for  a  chance  to  escape, 
when  to  his  great  joy  the  third  Indian  rolled  over  and  began 
to  snore. 

The  scout  instantly  set  to  work.  Turning  on  his  right  side 
he  managed  little  by  little,  with  infinite  effort  and  skill,  to  slip 
the  cords  from  his  left  arm.  At  that  moment  his  heart  sank 
within  him.  One  of  the  warriors  rose  and  stirred  the  fire. 
Slover  expected  to  have  his  bonds  examined,  and  thought  all 
was  over.  But  the  sleepy  savage  lay  down  and  again  became 
unconscious. 

There  was  no  time  to  be  lost.  It  was  within  a  few  minutes 
of  daybreak.  The  people  of  the  village  were  likely  to  rise  early 
in  preparation  for  the  sports  of  the  day.  Some  old  squaws  might 
already  be  stirring  in  the  lodges.  Slover  made  frantic  efforts 
to  loosen  the  rope  from  his  neck.  He  tried  to  gnaw  it,  but 
might  as  well  have  bitten  a  bar  of  iron  as  to  chew  the  cursed 
buffalo  hide.     He  tugged  at  it  till  his  fingers  bled.    But  all 


THE  DOOM  OF  CRAWFORD. 


in  vain.  At  last,  just  at  daybreak,  he  discovered,  to  his  joy, 
that  it  was  a  slip-knot.  He  pulled  the  noose  apart,  slipped  it 
over  his  head,  lightly  stepped  over  the  sleeping  warriors,  and 
left  the  cabin.  -  - 

He  sped  through  the  town,  passing  a  squaw  and  five  chil- 
dren who  were  asleep  under  a  tree,  and  jumped  into  a  cornfield. 
Here  he  untied  his  right  arm,  which  had  swollen  till  it  had 
turned  black.  Collecting  his  thoughts,  he  remembered  to  have 
seen  some  horses  on  his  way  to  the  cornfield.  He  started  back, 
snatched  up  an  old  quilt  hanging  on  a  fence,  quickly  caught  one 
of  the  horses  by  the  mane,  threw  the  rope,  with  which  he  had 
himself  been  tied,  around  the  horse's  neck  for  a  halter,  sprang 
astride  the  animal  and  galloped  away. 

His  course  lay  to  the  north-east.  On  he  dashed,  without  a 
pause  or  a  backward  look.  His  horse  was  strong  and  swift. 
He  had  only  the  quilt  for  a  saddle,  and  the  rope  halter  for  a 
bridle.  He  tuas  entirely  naked.  As  his  horse  plunged  through 
the  forest,  the  branches  of  the  trees  lacerated  his  bare  body 
until  he  was  covered  with  blood  from  head  to  foot.  Yet  of  this 
he  was  unconscious.  He  felt  not  the  strokes  and  bruises.  He 
noticed  not  the  torn  flesh,  nor- the  flowing  blood.  He  only  knew 
that  he  was  flying,  flying  from  fiends  and  flames  to  liberty  and 
life ;  flying  from  torture  and  the  stake  to  home  and  friends. 
Fifty  miles  away  lay  the  blue  Scioto.  For  his  horse  he  had  no 
mercy,  but  mindful  of  the  keen  and  swift  pursuers,  who  were 
ah'eady  swarming  after  him,  devising  in  their  hellish  hearts  new 
and  fearful  vengeance,  he  urged  the  animal  on,  hour  after  hour, 
at  its  topmost  speed. 

At  eleven  o'clock  in  the  mornins^  he  reached  the  Scioto.  At 
three  o'clock  in  the  afternoon  he  had  left  the  river  twenty-five 
miles  behind  him.  At  this  point  his  horse  failed.  All  its  splen- 
did powers  had  been  expended  in  the  noble  race.  Seventy-five 
miles  had  been  accomplished  in  eleven  hours.  It  could  go  no 
liu'ther.  Slover  instantly  sprang  from  the  animal^  and  started 
uhead  running  ou  foot, 


408  '         INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


The  sun  set  in  the  west,  but  still  he  ran.  Stars  came  out 
in  the  blue  canopy  of  night.  It  was  the  hour  of  repose  for  all 
mankind.  Yet  for  the  fugitive  there  was  neither  rest  nor  relief. 
Once  he  relaxed  into  a  walk.  At  that  moment  he  heard  halloo- 
ing hehind  him.  It  may  have  been  the  phantom  of  his  fevered 
imagination,  the  offspring  of  a  brain  heated  with  surges  of  boil- 
ing blood.  No  matter.  The  fugitive  sprang  forward  as  if  every 
tree  in  the  forest  was  a  savage,  and  every  wandering  star-beam 
the  glint  of  a  rifle. 

Not  until  daybreak  did  Slover  resume  a  walk.  In  his  hand 
he  carried  a  crooked  stick.  Was  it  a  weapon,  a  means  of  defense 
against  his  pursuers  ?  No,  and  yes.  No,  because  it  was  as 
worthless  as  a  shadow  as  a  physical  weapon.  Yes,  because  by 
it  he  carefully  replaced  the  weeds  bent  by  his  feet,  in  order  to 
hide  his  trail.    Once  he  sat  down. 

That  moment  exhausted  nature  entered  a  protest.  He  vom- 
ited. Feeling  somewhat  better,  he  again  proceeded.  The  high 
excitement  of  the  previous  day  was  no  longer  present  to  sus- 
tain him.  He  became  painfully  conscious  of  his  wounds.  Poi- 
soned nettles  irritated  his  flesh.  Thorns  and  briers  stuck  in  his 
legs.  Swarms  of  flies  hovered  about  the  festering  sores.  Mill- 
ions of  mosquitoes  feasted  on  him,  lingering,  hurrying,  or  paus- 
ing with  their  victim.  Sleep  was  impossible.  His  only  defense 
was  the  piece  of  quilt,  and  a  handful  of  bushes  which  he  carried. 

On  the  third  day  about  three  o'clock  he  found  some  rasp- 
berries. This  was  the  first  food  he  had  eaten  since  the  morn- 
ing before  his  escape.  He  was  not  hungry,  but  extremely  weak. 
Yet  he  had  strength  enough  to  swim  the  Muskingum  at  a  point 
where  it  was  two  hundred  yards  wide.  On  the  fourth  day  he 
found  two  small  crawfish,  and  ate  them.  The  next  night  he 
came  within  five  miles  of  Wheeling.  During  the  whole  time  he 
had  not  slept  one  moment.  When  opposite  Wheeling  he  saw  a 
man  on  the  other  side  of  the  river,  and  called  to  him.  The 
stranger,  however,  was  not  disposed  to  venture  over  at  the  bid- 
ding of  such  a  wild  and  suspicious  looking  character  as  Slover, 


THE  DOOM  OF  CRAWFORD, 


409 


At  length,  by  earnest  persuasion,  and  by  naming  various 
persons  in  the  expedition,  known  to  the  stranger,  the  latter 
came  to  Slover's  help.  The  trials  of  the  fugitive  were  over. 
In  a  few  days  he  was  able  to  make  his  way  home.  Such  were 
the  powers  of  endurance  and  recuperation  of  the  iron  frames  of 
the  pioneers. 

Such  were  Slover's  adventures.  What  had  become  of  James 
Paull?  He,  as  will  be  remembered,  had  made  his  escape  into 
the  woods  at  the  moment  of  Slover's  capture.  He  was  pursued 
by  two  Indians.  Lamed  by  his  burnt  foot,  every  step  gave  him 
intolerable  pain.  In  spite  of  this  he  outran  his  pursuers,  seeing 
which  they  fired  at  him.  Coming  to  a  steep  bank  of  a  creek, 
he  fearlessly  leaped  over,  gun  in  hand.  At  this  moment  the 
savages  lost  sight  of  him,  and  either  abandoned  the  chase  or 
passed  another  way.  In  the  descent  of  the  precipice  Paull  had 
torn  his  burnt  foot  in  a  horrible  manner.  To  enable  him  to  pro- 
ceed at  all  he  was  forced  to  tear  a  strip  from  his  ragged  panta- 
loons, and  bind  it  around  the  injured  member. 

Paull  was  an  experienced  woodsman.  To  hide  his  trail  he 
walked  on  fallen  logs,  traveled  in  circles,  and,  climbing  trees, 
would  crawl  out  to  the  extremity  of  their  branches,  and  let  him- 
self drop.  At  night  he  slept  in  a  hollow  log.  In  the  morning 
the  unhappy  man  found  his  foot  swollen  to  the  size  of  a 
water  bucket.  He  had  no  provisions,  and  was  afraid  to  fire 
his  gun.  Nevertheless,  he  gathered  enough  wild  berries  to  sus- 
tain life. 

The  second  night  he  crawled  into  a  crevice  in  a  rock,  mak- 
ing himself  a  bed  of  leaves.  The  next  morning  he  saw  a  deer. 
At  that  moment  the  pangs  of  hunger  overcame  his  prudence. 
He  shot  the  animal.  But  he  had  no  knife  ;  he  had  to  cut  open 
the  skin  with  his  gun-flint,  and  tear  off  the  flesh  with  his  fingers. 
This  he  ate  raw,  as  a  fire  was  not  to  be  thought  of.  Continuing 
his  journey,  he  crossed  the  Muskingum,  and  came  upon  an  aban- 
doned Indian  camp.  Some  empty  kegs  were  lying  around.  In 
one  of  them  he  ventured  to  kindle  a  little  fire  and  cook  some  veni- 


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INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


son.  When  he  lay  down  to  sleep  the  smoke  protected  him  from 
the  gnats  and  mosquitoes. 

In  two  days  he  reached  the  Ohio  River  at  a  point  above 
Wheeling.  Building  himself  a  rude  raft,  bound  together  with 
withes  of  bark,  he  crossed  the  Ohio,  and  for  the  first  time  felt 
himself  out  of  danger.  In  the  river  bottom  he  found  a  number 
of  horses.  He  at  once  set  to  work,  with  an  ingenuity  of  which 
only  the  most  skillful  pioneer  is  capable,  to  manufacture  a  rude 
halter  out  of  the  bark  of  trees. 

This  done,  he  attempted  to  capture  a  horse — -a  much  more 
difficult  task.  The  animals  were  both  smart  and  wild.  They 
would  graze  quietly,  apparently  without  noticing  his  approach, 
until  his  hand  had  almost  grasped  the  mane  of  one  of  their 
number.  At  that  moment,  with  a  wild  snort  and  a  lofty  kick, 
they  would  turn  and  gallop  out  of  his  reach. 

After  great  trouble  Paull  succeeded  in  capturing  an  old  mare, 
the  worst  in  the  lot.  On  this  animal  he  continued  his  journey, 
finally  reaching  a  fort  near  Short  creek.  Here  the  inhabitants, 
alarmed  by  the  news  of  the  destruction  of  Crawford's  army, 
had  collected,  in  anxious  expectation  of  an  Indian  invasion. 
Here  too,  he  found  some  of  the  volunteers  who,  like  himself,  had 
escaped  from  the  clutches  of  the  savages.  Resting  for  a  day, 
he  procured  a  horse  that  was  a  horse,  and  proceeded  to  a  settle- 
ment where  he  had  some  relatives. 

For  some  time  he  was  detained  here  by  his  foot,  of  which 
the  terrible  inflammation  threatened  him  with  the  loss  of  the 
member.  In  time,  however,  he  made  his  way  back  to  the  hum- 
ble home  of  his  widowed  mother,  who,  ignorant  of  her  boy's 
fate,  had  nevertheless  continued  to  watch  for  his  return. 

In  after  years  Paull  became  a  prominent  man  in  Virginia. 
He  took  an  active  part  in  the  Indian  campaigns  toward  the  close 
of  the  century.  His  descendants  are  numerous  and  of  high 
standing.  Personally  he  was  a  man  of  splendid  physique, 
formed  like  a  king,  and  bearing  the  head  of  a  philosopher.  He 
was  generous  to  ^  faulty  and  possessed  a  heart  of  unflinching 


THE  DOOM  OF  CRAWFORD. 


4:11 


courage.  He  died  on  the  miith  day  of  July.  1841.  at  his  home 
in  Fayette  County.  Virginia;  aged  nearly  eighty-one  years. 

Of  all  the  men  in  the  army  the  returned  volunteers  could 
tell  the  least  of  the  fate  of  Colonel  Crawford  and  Doctor  Knight. 
The  explanation  of  this  is  to  be  found  in  the  account  which  fol- 
lows. It  will  be  remembered  that  as  the  army  was  formed  in 
line  of  march  in  the  deep  darkness  of  the  grove  near  Sandusky, 
at  nine  o'clock  of  the  evening  of  June  the  5th,  waiting  for  the 
word  of  command  to  commence  their  perilous  retreat,  a  furious 
assault  was  made  by  the  enemy.  This  precipitated  matters. 
The  volunteers,  without  waiting  for  command,  broke  ranks  and 
galloped  away  in  the  greatest  confusion. 

At  the  moment  of  flight  Colonel  Crawford  missed  his  son, 
John  Crawford,  his  son-in-law,  William  Harrison,  and  his 
nephew,  William  Crawford.  Alarmed  at  their  absence,  he  com- 
menced to  search  for  them  in  the  darkness,  and  shouted  aloud 
their  names.  He  ran  hither  and  thither  among  the  trees  in 
frantic  endeavor  to  find  the  missing  men.  At  this  moment  Doc- 
tor Knight  came  up,  and  declared  that  the  young  men  must  he 
ahead  of  them,  as  the  grove  was  then  nearly  deserted.  Craw- 
ford answered  that  he  was  positive  they  were  not  in  front,  and 
begged  Knight  not  to  leave  him.  The  doctor  promised  him  he 
would  not.  and  joined  in  the  anxious  search. 

By  this  time  the  grove  was  rapidly  filling  up  with  the 
enemy.  Knight  and  Crawford  were  now  joined  by  an  ok] 
man  and  a  lad,  both  on  horseback.  The  four  endeavored  to 
make  their  escape,  in  their  course  overtaking  the  volunteers 
who  were  entangled  in  the  cranberry  marsh.  They  traveled 
fifteen  or  twenty  yards  apart,  guiding  themselves  by  the  north 
star.  The  old  man  frequently  lagged  behind,  and  never  failed 
when  he  did  so  to  call  out  for  the  others  to  wait.  While  cross-= 
ing  a  stream  the  old  man  made  his  usual  halloo  from  the  rear. 
He  was  about  to  be  reprimanded  for  the  act.  when  an  Indian 
yell  was  heard  not  far  from  him.  After  that  the  old  man  was 
not  heard  to  call  again,  and  no  more  was  seen  of  him, 


412 


INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


At  sunrise,  Crawford  and  his  companions^  whose  progress 
had  been  slow  and  circuitous,  found  themselves  only  eight  miles 
from  the  battle-field.  The  horses  of  Crawford  and  the  young 
man  already  jaded,  now  gave  out,  and  had  to  be  abandoned.  At 
two  o'clock  in  the  afternoon  the  travelers  fell  in  Avith  Captain 
Biggs,  who  had  carried  Lieutenant  Ashley  from  the  field  of 
action  dangerously  wounded. 

On  the  next  morning,  journeying  through  what  is  now  Craw- 
ford county,  they  found  a  deer  which  was  freshly  killed.  The 
meat  was  joyously  cut  up,  and  bound  in  packs  for  transporta- 
tion. A  mile  farther  on  they  were  startled  by  the  smoke  of  a 
camp-fire.  Leaving  the  wounded  man  with  the  lad,  the  others 
cautiously  approached  the  fire.  No  one  was  found  near  it. 
While  roasting  their  venison  one  of  the  volunteers  came  up. 
He  was  the  man  who  had  killed  the  deer.  Hearing  the  others 
approach,  he  mistook  them  for  Lidians,  and  ran  off.  From  that 
time  he  also  was  a  member  of  the  little  company  with  Crawford. 

In  their  journey,  somewhat  against  the  judgment  of  Knight 
and  Biggs,  they  followed  the  trail  of  the  army.  Crawford  and 
the  doctor,  who  had  loaned  his  horse  to  Ashley,  proceeded  on 
foot  about  two  hundred  yards  in  advance  of  the  others.  Biggs 
and  the  wounded  officer  were  placed  in  the  center  on  horses,  and 
the  two  young  men  followed  on  foot.  While  advancing  along 
the  south  bank  of  the  Sandusky,  at  a  point  just  east  of  the  pres- 
ent town  of  Leesville,  three  Lidians  started  up  within  twenty 
steps  from  Knight  and  Crawford.  Knight  sprang  behind  a  tree 
and  was  about  to  fire.    Crawford  shouted  to  him  not  to  do  so. 

While  hesitating,  one  of  the  Indians,  a  Delaware,  who  had 
often  seen  Knight,  ran  up  and  took  him  by  the  hand,  calling 
him  "doctor."  Biggs  fired  on  seeing  the  Indians,  but  missed 
his  aim.  "They  then  told  us  to  call  these  people,"  says  Knight, 
"  and  make  them  come  there,  else  they  would  go  and  kill 
them;"  which  the  colonel  did,  but  the  four  got  off,  and  escaped 
for  that  time. 

Crawford  and  Knight  were  at  once  led  captive  to  the  camp 


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413 


of  the  Dela wares.  This  was  on  Friday  afternoon.  On  Sunday 
evening,  five  Indians  came  into  camp.  They  carried  in  their 
hands  two  small  and  bloody  objects.  It  was  dusk.  This  made 
it  difficult  to  discern  what  they  were.  Crawford  stooped  and 
looked  closely.  Turning,  deathly  sick,  to  Dr.  Knight,  he  said, 
"  They  are  the  scalps  of  Captain  Biggs  and  Lieutenant  Ashley." 

Besides  Crawford  and  Knight,  there  were  other  prisoners  in 
the  camp.  Altogether  there  were  eleven.  The  Indians  soon 
discovered,  to  their  joy,  that  Crawford  was  the  commander  of 
the  American  army — the  "  Big  Captain."  This  information  was 
immediately  carried  to  Captain  Pipe. 

The  startling  and  important  news  at  once  became  the  occca- 
sion  for  a  grave  council  of  the  chiefs  of  the  Delaware  nation. 
All  other  captives  might  be  easily  disposed  of  by  the  braves  in 
any  village.  Not  so  with  the  American  "  chief."  For  him 
there  must  be  devised  no  common  fate.  Captain  Pipe  presided 
over  the  assembly  which  discussed  the  grave  question.  There 
was  complete  unanimity  of  opinion.  From  the  great  and  terri- 
rible  chief,  who,  in  years  gone  by  had  been  the  greatest  rival 
of  the  noble  White  Eyes,  who,  on  the  latter's  death,  became  the 
most  prominent  man  of  all  the  Delawares,  and  who,  by  his  sol- 
itary prestige  and  influence,  had  Avon  his  people  from  a  policy 
of  neutrality,  and  made  them  of  all  the  Indian  allies  of  the 
British  the  bitterest  and  the  bloodiest,  down  to  the  youngest 
brave,  who,  by  the  taking  of  some  scalp  in  the  recent  battles, 
had  earned  a  warrior's  privilege  of  admission  to  the  council-hall — 
every  voice  pronounced  in  favor  of  death  by  fire. 

The  Delawares,  however,  were  subject  to  the  sway  of  the 
Wyandots.  Among  the  latter  the  burning  of  prisoners  was  no 
longer  practiced ;  nor  did  the  Delawares  dare  to  inflict  the  death 
penalty  in  that  manner  upon  so  great  a  captive,  without  first 
obtaining  permission  from  the  Half  King  of  the  Wyandots. 
How  could  his  consent  be  obtained  ?  This  was  the  question 
which  agitated  the  council.  At  last  the  oldest  and  wisest  chiefs 
devised  a  stratagem.    A  runner,  bearing  a  belt  of  wampum,  was 


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despatched  to  the  Half  King  of  the  Wyandots,  with  the  follow- 
ing message  :  "  Uncle  !  We,  your  nephews,  salute  you  in  a  spirit 
of  kindness,  love,  and  respect.  Uncle  !  We  have  a  project  in 
view  which  we  ardently  wish  to  accomplish,  and  can  accom- 
plish, if  our  uncle  will  not  overrule  us !  By  returning  the 
wampum,  we  will  have  yom  pledged  wordT 

The  Half  King  was  puzzled.  He  questioned  the  messenger, 
but  the  latter,  carefully  trained,  professed  ignorance.  At  last 
the  Half  King,  supposing  the  project  to  be  some  secret  foray 
against  the  white  settlements,  returned  the  wampum  to  the 
bearer,  with  the  word,  "  Say  to  my  nephews,  they  have  my 
pledge."    Crawford's  doom  was  fixed. 

On  Monday  morning,  the  10th  of  June,  the  prisoners  were 
informed  that  they  must  go  to  Sandusky.  Crawford,  learning 
that  Simon  Girty  who,  as  will  be  remembered,  was  an  old 
friend,  was  at  Sandusky,  urged  strongly  to  be  taken  to  that 
place  at  once.  While  the  other  prisoners  halted  for  the  night 
at  the  deserted  Wyandot  town,  Crawford,  under  two  guards, 
was  taken  to  Sandusky,  arriving  there  in  the  night.  He 
demanded  to  be  at  once  taken  to  Girty's  lodge.  Here,  sitting 
in  the  dim  light  of  a  smoldering  camp-fire,  he  made  his  appeal, 
long  and  earnest,  to  the  renegade,  to  save  him.  He  offered 
Girty  one  thousand  dollars  to  save  his  life. 

The  ruffian  moodily  stirred  the  ashes,  and  said  nothing.  At 
last,  being  urged  by  Crawford  for  an  answer,  he  turned,  and 
with  a  look  which,  to  any  other  than  a  despairing  man  would 
have  told  that  he  was  lying,  promised,  in  a  cold,  indifferent  tone, 
to  do  what  was  asked.  He  also  told  the  colonel  that  William 
Harrison  and  young  William  Crawford  had  been  captured  by 
the  Shawanese,  but  pardoned.  The  falsity  of  this  statement  we 
already  know  from  what  Slover  had  witnessed. 

Knight  and  his  nine  companions,  on  the  morning  of  the 
11th,  were  met  by  Captain  Pipe  at  the  old  Wyandot  town.  The 
latter,  with  his  own  hands,  proceeded  to  paint  the  faces  of  all  the 
prisoners  black.    While  thus  engaged,  he  told  Knight  in  very 


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415 


good  English,  that  he  was  to  be  taken  to  the  Shawanese  tOwns 
to  see  his  friends.  The  ominous  import  of  these  smooth  words 
was  at  once  read  by  Knight.  During  the  morning  Colonel 
Crawford  was  also  brought  to  this  place.  Pipe,  who  had  not 
seen  him  the  night  before,  with  whom  he  was  well  acquainted, 
received  him  with  pretended  kindness,  joked  about  his  making  a 
good  Indian,  but  nevertheless  loainted  Mm  black. 

The  whole  party  now  started  toward  the  "Wyandot  town. 
Crawford  and  Knight  were  kept  somewhat  in  the  rear.  Pres- 
ently a  savage  shouted  back  some  unintelligible  words.  Their 
guards  hurried  them  forward.  They  now  understood  what  the 
maneuver  meant.  Lying  by  the  roadside  were  the  corpses,  pale 
and  gory,  of  four  of  their  companions.  They  had  been  scalped 
and  tomahawked. 

The  suspicion  of  Knight  was  confirmed  as  to  their  real  des- 
tination, when,  instead  of  proceeding  to  the  Wyandot  village, 
their  o:uards  struck  into  another  trail  leadinfr  to  the  north-west. 
Coming  to  a  small  creek,  Crawford  and  Knight  were  removed 
to  a  little  distance,  while  the  others  were  seated  around  the  foot 
of  the  tree.  At  the  place  where  they  halted  they  had  found  a 
number  of  squaws  and  Indian  boys.  In  a  moment  Crawford  and 
Knight  were  horrified  to  see  these  fall  upon  the  five  prisoners 
and  tomahawk  them  aU.  A  squaw  cut  off  the  head  of  one  man 
and  kicked  it  around  in  great  glee  as  a  football. 

Saddened  at  this  awful  scene,  and  wrapped  in  the  blackest 
gloom  concerning  their  own  fate,  the  two  prisoners,  now  left 
alone,  resumed  their  march.  On  their  way  they  met  Simon 
Girty,  but  he  had  no  word  of  kindness.  Waiting  until  Knight 
came  up,  the  latter  went  toward  him  reaching  out  his  hand,  but 
the  ruffian  bade  him  be  gone,  calling  him  a  ^''damned  rascal." 
Three  quarters  of  a  mile  from  the  village  of  Tymochtee  another 
halt  was  made.  The  reason  of  this  and  the  awful  occurrences 
which  transpired  will  appear  when  we  return  to  the  story  of 
the  unfortunate  Crawford.  For  the  present  we  proceed  to  relate 
the  incidents  which  afterwards  befell  Knight,  ^'who  for  over  two 


4:16       /  INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


hours  before  leaving  the  place  drank  to  the  dregs,  it  may  be 
premised,  a  cup  of  inexpressible  horror." 

After  nightfall  Knight  was  taken  on  to  Tymochtee,  where 
he  lay  bound  all  night.  The  next  morning  he  was  placed  in 
charge  of  an  Indian  named  Tutelu,  who  at  once  started  with 
him  for  the  Shawanese  towns,  forty  miles  away.  The  prisoner 
was  on  foot.  Behind  him  strode  his  savage  guard,  wielding  an 
enormous  lash,  with  which  he  urged  the  prisoner  forward. 
Knight,  pretending  to  think  that  he  was  to  become  an  Indian, 
asked  Tutelu  if  they  were  not  to  live  together  as  brothers, 
in  one  house,  when  they  reached  the  town.  The  Indian, 
human  as  he  was,  was  touched  by  the  flattery,  and  answered 
"Yes."  At  night  the  captive  was  bound  and  laid  down  to 
rest,  but  the  vigilant  guard  closed  not  his  eyes.  At  daybreak 
he  untied  his  captive. 

Tutelu  rose  and  began  to  replenish  the  fire.  A  swarm  of 
mosquitoes  was  bothering  them,  and  Knight  asked  the  savage  if 
he  should  make  a  smoke  behind  him.  He  answered  '^Yes." 
The  doctor  stooped  and  picked  up  the  end  of  a  small  stick 
which  had  been  burnt  till  it  w^as  but  eighteen  inches  long.  For 
the  purpose  which  he  contemplated  it  was  altogether  too  small. 
Yet  it  was  the  best  to  be  had.  He  then  took  up  another  little 
stick,  taking  a  coal  between  them,  and  went  behind  the  Indian. 
Instantly  dropping  the  coal,  he  struck  the  savage  on  the  head 
with  all  his  force,  so  that  he  fell  forward  with  both  his  hands 
in  the  fire.  The  Indian  scrambled  to  his  feet,  badly  burned, 
and  ran  off,  howling  in  the  most  fearful  manner.  Knight  fol- 
lowed at  the  top  of  his  speed  to  shoot  him,  but  in  drawing  back 
the  hammer  of  the  Indian's  gun,  he  broke  the  mainspring,  and 
was  forced  to  abandon  the  chase. 

Tutelu  never  stopped  running,  it  is  presumed,  till  he  reached 
the  Shawanese  towns.  He  arrived  there,  finding  Slover,  who 
was  then  still  a  captive.  The  Indian  had  a  wound  four  inches 
long  in  his  head.  He  also  had  another  thing  in  his  head.  It 
was  a  story.    With  pompous  manner  and  swelling  words  he 


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4:17 


related  that  his  prisoner,  the  doctor.  Avas  a  big.  strong,  tall  man, 
that,  being  promised  by  Knight  that  he  Avould  not  go  away,  he 
had  untied  him. 

According  to  TutelU;  while  he  was  kindling  the  fire,  the  doc- 
tor had  snatched  up  the  gun  behind  him  and  struck  him  :  Tutelu 
had  made  a  slash  at  Knight  with  his  knife,  cutting  oil'  his 
finfrers  and  inflictina'  two  stabs.  As  soon  as  his  relation  was 
over.  Slover  stepped  into  the  group  and  told  the  Delawares  that 
Tutelu  had  lied,  that  he  knew  the  doctor,  and  he  was  a  weak, 
little  man.  The  Indians  laughed  heartily,  and  told  Tutelu  th;it 
they  believed  his  whole  stor}'  was  false. 

After  abandoning  his  chase,  Knight  returned  to  the  fire. 
He  equipped  himself  for  a  journey  home  with  the  blanket,  moc- 
casins, gun.  and  ammunition  of  the  Indian.  He  was  not  far 
from  the  spot  now  occupied  by  Kenton.  Hardin  county.  Ohio. 
In  his  journey  the  only  food  he  coidd  find  was  green  gooseber- 
ries. These,  hoAvcA'cr,  he  AA'as  unable  to  eat  on  account  of  a 
Avound  in  his  jaAA',  AAdiich  had  been  inflicted  by  an  Indian  out 
of  pure  malice.  He  tried  eA'orA'  Avay  possible  to  fix  his  gun.  but 
failing,  fmall}-  threw  it  away.  His  medical  knoAAdedge  proA'cd  of 
some  A-alue  to  him.  After  his  jaAA'  got  better,  and  he  began  to 
eat  gooseberries,  mandrakes,  raw  black  birds,  and  terra[iin.  these 
delicacies  gaA*e  him  dyspepsia.  Unlike  most  of  the  borderers, 
he  AA'as  a  delicate  man.  unused  to  hard.-liips.  To  cure  the 
trouble  spoken  of,  he  AA'ould  gather  and  eat  a  little  AAuld  ginger. 
On  the  morning  of  the  4th  of  July  he  reached  Fort  Pitt. 

Sadly  let  us  turn  back  to  the  - scene  AAdiere  CraAvford  Avas 

halted  on  the  afternoon  of  the  11th  of  June,  three-quarters  of 

a  mile  from  TAunochtee.    When  he  arriA'cd  he  found  a  lanre 
«.  <_ 

hre  burning.  As  it  was  a  hot  summer  day  his  suspicions  Avere 
at  once  aroused.  A  hundred  Imlians  Avere  lying  about  on  the 
ground.  The  picture,  if  transferred  to  cauA'as.  Avould  be  one  of 
utter  inactiA-ity  and  laziness. 

As  the  approaching  party  suddcnl\'  a|i|iearcd  in  sight,  an 
electric  shock  Avould  not  ha\o  more  quickly  and  completely 


418  INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES, 

transformed  the  scene  of  idleness  to  One  of  intense  activity  and 
animation.  A  dozen  warriors  ran  forward  and  seized  Crawford. 
They  tore  his  clothes  from  him  with  eager  hands.  He  was 
made  to  sit  down  on  the  ground.  Surrounded  by  a  howling 
mob,  he  at  once  became  the  object  of  showers  of  dirt,  stones, 
and  sticks.  While  some  were  engaged  in  this  sport,  others 
quickly  fixed  in  the  ground  a  large  stake,  some  fifteen  feet 
long,  which  had  been  previously  prepared.  Others  still  ran 
quickly  to  and  fro,  piling  up  around  the  stake  great  heaps  of 
light,  dry  hickory  wood,  which  had  also  been  split  and  prepared 
for  the  occasion.  The  w©od  was  arranged  loosely,  with  large 
apertures,  through  which  the  draft  might  more  quickly  carry 
the  sputtering  blaze. 

Crawford  had  taken  in  the  entire  scene  at  a  glance.  He 
called  to  Grirty,  who  was  in  the  crowd,  and  asked  if  he  was  to 
be  burnt.  The  brute,  who  had  not  made  the  least  exertion  to 
save  his  old  friend,  yelled  back,  "  of  course."  The  Avretched 
man  was  seized  and  his  hands  bound  behind  him.  A  rope  was 
fastened  to  the  stake,  and  the  other  end  passed  around  his  body. 
It  was  long  enough  to  permit  him  to  walk  around  the  stake 
several  times. 

It  was  four  o'clock.  The  afternoon  sun  was  already  casting 
somber  shades  through  the  forest.  Over  head  patches  of  the 
azure  sky,  as  calm  and  peaceful  as  eternity,  could  be  seen  by 
the  doomed  man.  From  the  top  of  a  lofty  tree  a  little  bird 
caroled  forth  its  woodland  song,  happy,  innocent,  and  free.  But 
in  the  dark  assemblage  beneath  the  trees  every  malignant  coun- 
tenance was  lit  up  by  the  wild  insanity,  the  everlasting  unrest, 
of  sin,  of  wickedness,  of  hell. 

Willing  hands  applied  a  torch  to  the  heaps  of  wood.  The 
crackling  flames  leaped  quickly  through  the  open  spaces.  As 
the  wood  began  to  kindle.  Captain  Pipe  arose,  and  addressed  the 
crowd  briefly,  but  earnestly,  in  his  own  dark  language,  making 
all  the  while  the  most  terrible  gestures  at  the  heroic  man,  who 
stood  calndy  at  the  stake  confronting  his  doom.    As  the  speaker 


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419 


finished,  an  iineartlily  yell  burst  from  the  hoarse  throats  of  his 
auditors.  H^^edless  of  the  small  flames  ^vhich  were  alread.y 
shooting  upward  through  the  wood,  they  leaped  within  the  cir- 
cde.  and  fell  upon  the  unfortunate  Crawford. 

A  hundred  yards  away  stood  Doctor  Knight,  an  unwilhng 
spectator,  filled  with  an  anguish  which  it  is  impossible  to  con- 
ceive. The  throng  about  Crawfurd  was  so  dense  for  the  time 
being  that  his  friend  could  not  tell  what  was  being  done.  He 
could  only  see  uplifted  hands  rising  and  falling  above  the  heads 
of  the  crowd,  aird  hear  its  angry  roar.  In  a  moment  the  throng 
fell  back.  Knight  could  then  see  that  they  had  cut  off  Craw- 
ford's ears,  and  beaten  him  black  and  blue. 

Though  compelled  by  the  circle  of  flames  which  now  leaped 
up  and  walled  in  the  unfortunate  man.  to  remain  at  a  little  dis- 
tance, the  tormentors  were  by  no  means  through.  AVarriors 
shot  burning  blasts  of  powder  into  his  rj_uivering  flesh.  Indian 
boys  snatched  blazing  hickory  poles,  and  held  them  against  his 
body.  As.  wild  with  pain,  he  ran  around  and  around  the  stake, 
t'l  avoid  one  party  of  tormentors,  he  was  confronted  at  every 
point  by  others.  Avith  burning  fagots  aird  redhot  irons.  The 
squaws  threw  quantities  of  burning  coals  against  him.  which, 
falling  on  the  ground  at  his  feet,  left  him  a  path  of  fire 
to  tread. 

In  the  extremity  of  his  agony,  a  scream  from  the  maddened 
man  rarrg  out  through  the  forest,  •"'  Girty  I  Girty !  shoot  me 
through  the  heart  !  Quick !  1  For  God's  sake,  do  not  refuse 
me  I  And  it  is  on  record  that  to  this  appeal  the  monster  made 
answer  with  a  laugh.  Crawford  ttirned  then  in  his  supplica- 
tions from  man  to  God.  Leaning  against  the  stake,  enduring 
all  the  torments  which  malice  C(Uild  invent,  with  manh'  fortitude 
and  heroic  calmness,  in  hjw.  earnest  tones  he  poured  out  his 
supplications  to  tho  Almighty. 

II'-w  long  tlie  awful  scnne  cnntinued.  we  do  not  know.  Dr. 
Knight  says  two  liours.  But  this  is.  probidilv.  nau.ch  tm  long. 
That  the  tinie  shoiiM  have  seemed  lo  him  almosl  endless,  is 


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not  surprising.  At  last  nature  seemed  to  be  able  to  endure  no 
more.  Crawford  fainted,  and  fell  on  his  stomach.  An  old  hag, 
with  the  countenance  of  a  devil,  threw  a  quantity  of  coals 
and  ashes  on  the  back  of  the  prostrate  man.  With  a  deep 
groan,  he  again  arose,  probably  in  a  delirium,  and  began  to  walk 
slowly  around  the  stake.  He  was  as  black  as  coal  from  head 
to  foot,  save  where  the  burnt  flesh  had  broken  off,  from  which 
spots  ran  reddened  rivulets. 

The  end  came  at  last.  Tradition  says  that  the  spirit  of  the 
dying  man  took  its  flight  just  as  the  western  sun  threw  its 
setting  beams  across  the  landscape. 

Such  was  The  Doom  of  Crawford.  Far  and  wide  through 
the  settlements  of  the  white  man  spread  a  melancholy  gloom 
as  the  story  passed  from  lip  to  lip.  Heart-rending  was  the 
anguish  in  a  lonely  cabin  upon  the  banks  of  the  Youghioghenyp 
where  the  widow  wept  without  hope. 


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CHAPTER  XII. 

THE  ROMANCE  OF  RED  EAGLE. 

AR  to  the  south,  within  sound  of  the  restless 
roar  of  the  Gulf  of  Mexico,  in  a  country  of 
remarkable  fertility,  threaded  by  numberless 
creeks  and  riyers,  the  ydiite  man  found  a  great 
Indian  confederacy.  This  moist  region  was 
called,  for  want  of  a  better  name,  the  Creek 
Country.  In  the  process  of  time,  the  Indians 
who  inhabited  it  came  to  be  called  the  Creeks. 
This  nation,  thus  so  unceremoniously  christened  by  the  whites, 
was,  in  fact,  composed  of  many  tribes  of  Indians.  Long  before 
La  Salle  had  paddled  his  weary  way  down  the  Mississippi,  the 
Muscogees,  whose  original  home,  according  to  their  traditions, 
had  been  in  the  country  of  Mexico,  had,  after  long  wanderings 
as  far  north  as  the  Ohio,  finally  settled  in  the  region  which  we 
know  by  the  names  of  Alabama  and  Mississippi.  The  Musco- 
gees were  warriors.  They  at  once  began  a  series  of  conquests, 
and,  like  Rome,  adopted  the  policy  of  incorporating  the  con- 
quered tribes  with  themselyes. 

^Vhen  the  first  bold  explorers  threaded  their  way  through 
the  tropical  forests  and  the  network  of  lagoons  to  the  towns  of 
this  confederacy,  they  found  a  people  who,  in  the  darkness  of 
their  native  barbarism,  were  in  a  crude  way  working  out  for 
themselyes  the  problem  of  ciyilization.  They  had  fixed  rules 
goyerning  marriage  and  divorce .  They  lived  in  houses.  They 
wore  clothes.  Each  town  had  a  separate  local  government.  It 
had  public  buildings  and  pleasure  houses.     They  had  fixed 


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maxims  and  methods  of  goYemmeiit.  They  had,  moreover,  a 
system  of  social  caste.  There  were  certain  families  who  consti- 
tuted a  hereditary  nobility.  Of  these,  the  family  of  the  Wind 
ranked  first.  To  it  belonged  the  right  of  chieftaincy.  It  was, 
so  to  speak,  the  royal  family.  Inferior  to  the  family  of  the 
Wind  was  the  family  of  the  Bear ;  and  next  in  rank  was  that 
of  the  Deer.  These  three  castes  managed  to  absorb  all  the  posi- 
tions of  rank  and  profit. 

At  the  time  of  the  war  of  which  we  are  about  to  write,  they 
had,  in  addition  to  their  unaided  achievements,  derived  ffreat 
benefit  from  intercourse  with  the  white  men.  Many  of  them 
had  intermarried.  The  upper  classes  had  learned  to  read  and 
write.  Many  half-breed  children  had  been  sent  to  northern 
schools  for  education.  The  system  of  a  community  of  property, 
which  is  the  very  core  of  barbarism,  was  giving  way  to  the  sys- 
tem of  individual  property.  They  owned  in  their  own  right, 
horses,  houses,  looms,  farms,  and  farming  implements.  They  had 
learned,  not  merely  to  trade,  but  even  to  manufacture  cloth  and 
other  articles.  A\\  this,  too,  they  had  achieved  in  spite  of 
their  fertile  soil  and  the  genial  climate.  History  shows  that 
nature  prodigal  of  her  gifts,  enervates,  while  a  sterile  country 
and  vigorous  climate  stimulate  and  sharpen  the  intellect  and 
energies  of  men.  ■ . 

The  Creeks  were  treated  by  the  United  States  Government 
with  justice  and  fairness.  There  was  no  reasonable  cause  for 
complaint  on  either  side. 

About  1780  there  was  born  in  the  Creek  nation  a  child  des- 
tined to  be  known  among  his  own  people  as  Red  Eagle.  To 
the  whites  he  was  known  as  William  Weatherford.  His  mother 
was  a  princess ;  that  is,  she  belonged  to  the  family  of  the  Wind. 
He  was  the  nephew  of  Alexander  McGrillivray,  a  man  of  mixed 
blood,  whose  genius,  shrewdness,  and  abilities  won  for  him  the 
leading  place  in  the  Creek  nation.  He  styled  himself  Emperor 
Alexander.  One  author  speaks  of  him  "  as  a  man  of  towering 
intellect  and  vast  information,  who  ruled  the  Creek  country  for 


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a  quarter  of  a  century."  Another  writer  says :  "  He  was  a 
man  of  the  highest  intellectual  abilities,  and  of  wonderful  tal- 
ents for  intrigue  and  diplomacy.  A  more  wily  Talleyrand  never 
trod  the  red  war-paths  of  the  frontiers,  or  quaffed  the  decep- 
tive black  drink  at  sham  councils." 

When  Charles  Weatherford,  a  shrewd  and  wily  Scotch 
trader,  married  the  sister  of  the  Emperor  Alexander  McGilli- 
vray,  he  attained  at  once  a  rank  and  influence  among  the  Creeks 
which  few  men  of  the  purest  Muscogee  blood  possessed.  The 
Scotchman,  while  serving  the  nation,  managed  to  accumulate 
almost  boundless  wealth.  He  lived  like  a  king  in  his  splendid 
mansion  on  the  banks  of  the  Alabama.  Here  he  had  every 
luxury  which  money  could  procure.  Troops  of  negro  slaves 
ministered  to  himself  and  to  his  guests.  His  table  abounded  in 
the  rarest  tropical  fruits,  choice  game  from  distant  forests,  and 
sparkling  liquors,  cobweby  with  age.  ■ 

From  the  spacious  verandas  which  surrounded  his  palatial 
home,  one  looked  out  over  a  tropical  landscape  of  surpassing 
loveliness.  The  grounds  immediately  surrounding  the  house  were 
filled  with  noble  forest  trees,  from  whose  branches  hung  grace- 
ful festoons  of  southern  vines  and  mosses.  Magnolia  blossoms 
showered  their  fragrance  upon  the  summer  air.  Wild  orange- 
trees,  bearing  the  emblems  of  every  season  of  the  year,  were 
scattered  here  and  there.  Roses  and  honeysuckles,  in  wild  and 
negligent  profusion,  wound  their  clinging  arms  in  fond  embrace 
about  the  nearest  object  of  support.  Near  the  house  Weather- 
ford  kept  the  finest  race-track  in  America.  To  indulge  his 
favorite  sport,  he  imported  blooded  stock  from  the  most  famous 
stables  of  Europe. 

Amid  these  surroundings  was  born  Red  Eagle.  The  son  of 
the  wealthiest  man  in  the  nation,  and  by  inheritance  a  chief 
of  the  ruling  family,  he  had  the  best  of  tutors,  and  no  pains 
nor  expense  were  spared  in  his  education.  He  grew  up  a 
spoiled  child  of  fortune.  He  cared  nothing  for  books.  His 
tastes  were  the  offspring  of  the  wild  ancestry  of  his  Indian 


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mother.  He  was  fond  of  every  athletic  sport.  He  was  a  splen- 
did swimmer,  a  tireless  walker,  and  an  imequaled  hunter  with  the 
bow  and  the  rifle.  He  was  a  natural  master.  From  no  meeting 
for  athletic  sports  among  the  Creek  towns  was  Red  Eagle  ever 
absent.  No  young  man  in  all  the  nation  could  approach  him  in 
a  foot-race.  In  games  of  ball,  a  sport  conducted  with  such  vio- 
lence that  broken  limbs  and  even  death  were  not  infrerjuent, 
he  was  the  acknowledged  king. 

While  but  a  child,  he  displayed  the  rarest  graces  of  horse- 
manship. No  colt  was  too  unruly,  no  stallion  too  high-mettled 
for  this  adA  cnturous  youth  to  mount  and  dash  in  mad  career 
across  the  country.  Such  was  his  perfection  as  a  rider  that  he 
seemed  almost  a  part  of  the  animal  he  rode.  An  old  Indian 
woman,  who  knew  the  young  chief  in  his  boyhood,  telling  of 
his  daring,  his  skill,  his  grace  as  a  horseman,  said- :  "  The  squaws 
would  quit  hoeing  corn  and  smile  and  gaze  upon  him  as  he  rode 
by  the  corn-patch." 

These  things  made  Red  Eagle  the  idol  of  his  people.  In 
the  wars  with  the  Choctaws  and  Chickasaws,  even  before  he 
reached  manhood,  he  displayed  the  most  tireless  activity  and 
reckless  courage.  His  name  Avas  greeted  with  enthusiasm  as 
that  of  the  coming  chief  in  every  house  in  the  nation.  Besides 
this,  he  possessed  great  personal  beauty.  His  figure  was  sym- 
metrical and  imposing,  and  his  countenance  that  of  a  born  king. 
He  possessed  intellectual  ability  of  the  highest  order.  His 
mind,  ignoring  trifles,  grappled  with  the  most  important  subjects 
which  agitated  his  country. 

To  all  these  gifts  was  added  that  of  eloquence.  Red  Eagk 
Vv^as  the  greatest  orator  that  ever  lived  among  the  Creeks.  It 
was  his  ambition  from  boyhood  to  become  distinguished  in  coun- 
cil. Lazy  and  indifferent  about  his  general  education,  he  gave 
the  most  persistent  attention  to  the  study  of  declamation  and 
oratory.  As  he  reached  maturity,  his  eloquent  voice  soon 
reigned  without  a  rival  in  the  council-hall.  His  imagination 
was  rich,  bold,  and  vivid  j  his  manner  impressive  in  the  highest 


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degree.  When  unimportant  questions  were  being  discussed, 
Red  Eagle  looked  on  with  indifference.  His  lips  were  sealed. 
But  when  great  themes  agitated  the  council,  Red  Eagle,  with 


•    TECUMSEH  ENTERING  THE  COUNCIL. 


his  unapproachable  power  of  statement,  his  wealth  of  imagery, 
his  burning  zeal,  took  the  lead  in  the  debate,  and  bore  down  all 
opposition.  His  very  vices  endeared  him  to  the  popular  heart. 
Reared  in  wealth  and  idleness,  the  young  chief  was,  it  is  said, 
given  to  many  excesses. 

Such  was  the  man,  longing  for  some  great  popular  cause  in 
which  to  employ  his  wealth  of  talents  and  influence,  whom  Te- 
cuniseh  found  when,  in  1811,  he  had  arrived,  from  the  far  north, 
ill  the  Creek  country,  accompanied  by  thirty  warriors.  The 
great  chief  who  dwelt  by  the  waters  of  the  Miami  had  jour- 
neyed all  the  way  to  the  mighty  confederacy  of  the  south  for 
two  purposes.  As  an  agent  of  the  British,  he  was  to  incite 
the  southern  tribes  to  join  in  the  approaching  war  Avith  the 
Americans.    For  himself,  he  came  to  form  a  great  offensive  and 


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defensive  alliance  of  all  the  Indians  of  America  against  the 
white  man. 

On  the  day  when,  with  great  pomp,  he  entered  the  council- 
hall  of  the  Creeks,  he  called  on  the  red  men  to  abandon  the 
plows  and  looms  and  arms  of  the  whites,  to  burn  the  garments 
they  had  been  induced  to  wear,  to  trample  under  foot  and  forget 
the  lessons  and  customs  which  they  had  been  taught  by  their 
white  foes.  He  told  them  that  the  white  men,  by  teaching 
them  to  till  the  ground,  were  seeking  to  weaken  and  degrade 
their  martial  spirit,  so  that  the  conquest  of  their  country  might 
be  more  easy.  Then,  with  impressive  gesture  and  accent,  he 
warned  them  that,  as  the  whites  already  hehl  the  negroes  in 
bondage,  their  purpose  was,  as  soon  they  became  strong  enough, 
to  reduce  the  Indians  to  slavery. 

A  prophet  accompanied  Tecumseh,  whose  business  it  was  to 
practice  upon  the  superstition  of  the  people.  He  told  them 
that  the  Grreat  Spirit  commanded  the  red  man  to  make  war 
upon  the  white  man.  To  prove  that  this  message  was  from  the 
Great  Spirit,  the  prophet  promised  them  a  miracle.  Whoever 
fought  in  the  war  should  come  out  of  it  unharmed,  while  the 
Americans  would  be  destroyed  in  impassable  morasses  with 
which  the  Great  Spirit  would  surround  them.  Besides  these 
methods,  Tecumseh  employed  another.  He  went  among  the 
people,  and  electioneered  with  the  warriors  in  person. 

In  this  way  a  large  part,  perhaps  a  majority,  of  the  Creeks 
became  ready  and  impatient  for  a  war  with  the  whites.  A 
strong  and  influential  minority,  however,  refused  to  yield  to 
Tecumseh's  arguments.  Among  these  was  Big  Warrior.  Al- 
though Tecumseh  was  his  honored  guest,  he  obstinateh'  refused 
to  forsake  his  allegiance.  It  is  said  that  Tecumseh  at  last  grew 
so  angry  with  Big  Warrior,  that  he  threatened,  when  he  reached 
Detroit,  to  stamp  his  foot  on  the  ground  and  shake  down  all  the 
houses  in  Tookabatcha,  and  that  a  few  months  afterwards  an 
earthquake  made  the  Creeks  beheve  that  this  threat  had  been 
carried  out.    The  wealthier  Creeks,  who  were,  of  course,  a 


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INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES, 


minority,  having  accumulated  property,  which  is  the  greatest  of 
all  conservative  forces  in  society,  were  strongly  opposed  to  the 
war.    They  saw  in  it  nothing  to  gain,  and  every  thing  to  lose. 

Among  his  converts,  Tecumseh  readily  discovered  that  of 
all  men  in  the  nation  Red  Eagle  was  the  man  for  his  purpose. 
His  great  talents  seemed  to  be  lying  idle,  waiting  for  some 
employment  worthy  of  their  owner.  He  was  wealthy,  and  had 
nothing  to  gain  by  commerce  with  the  whites.  He  was  born 
to  fortune,  and  consequently  held  his  possessions  in  light 
esteem.  Of  wild  and  undisciplined  passions,  and  full  of  a  lofty 
patriotism  and  love  of  state  affairs,  he  had  nursed  in  his  heart 
for  many  years  a  bitter  jealousy  and  overmastering  hostility 
towards  the  whites.  He  hated  the  restraint  of  law  and  civil- 
ization. He  loved  the  license  and  wild  liberty  of  savage  life. 
As  his  tastes  led  him  to  the  sports  of  the  forest,  he  looked 
with  concern  on  the  encroachments  of  the  white  men.  More- 
over, he  seemed  to  fear  that  an  attempt  would  be  made  to 
reduce  his  people  to  slavery  like  that  of  the  negroes. 

So,  after  listening  to  the  wily  Tecumseh,  Red  Eagle,  who 
saw  in  his  plans  a  gratification  for  his  own  fierce  love  for  war 
and  a  new  field  for  fame,  threw  himself  heart  and  soul  into 
the  enterprise  of  the  northern  chieftain.  Re-enforced  by  Red 
Eagle,  Tecumseh  found  new  methods  of  working  upon  the 
Creeks.  He  directed  his  prophet  to  inspire"  some  Creeks 
with  prophetic  powers. 

A  shrewd  and  unscrupulous  half-breed  named  Francis,  was 
shut  up  alone  in  a  cabin  for  ten  days,  during  which  time  the 
prophet  howled  and  danced  around  the  building  in  the  most 
fantastic  manner.  When  the  ten  days  were  accomplished,  he 
brought  Francis  forth,  telling  the  people  that  he  was  now 
blind,  but  would  soon  receive  his  sight  back  so  improved 
that  he  could  see  what  was  to  happen  in  the  future.  Fran- 
cis allowed  himself  to  be  led  around,  pretending  to  stumble 
over  obstacles  like  a  blind  man.  Suddenly  he  affirmed  that 
he  had  received  his   sight,  with  the    improved    quality  of 


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prophecy.  He,  with  others  inspired  in  a  similar  manner,  worked 
night  and  day,  practicing  all  sorts  of  conjurations  in  behalf  of 
the  war-party.  Public  feeling  among  the  Creeks  was  roused 
to  the  highest  pitch  of  excitement.  The  strife  of  factions 
became  very  bitter.  The  two  parties  indulged  in  crimination 
and  recrimination.    The  Creeks  were  ready  for  civil  war. 

A  spark  soon  fell  in  the  tinder  box.  Some  Creeks,  return- 
ing with  Tecumseh  to  Canada,  assaulted  a  settlement  and  mur- 
dered seven  families.  Lmder  the  treaty  between  the  Creeks 
and  the  United  States,  the  murderers  were  required  to  be  pun- 
ished. The  chiefs  of  the  peace  party  at  once  organized  bands 
of  warriors  for  this  purpose.  The  murderers  were  pursued  to 
their  retreats  among  the  most  distant  tribes,  hounded  down 
by  the  relentless  avengers,  shot,  stabbed,  or  tomahawked  in 
open  fight  or  by  secret  stealth  wherever  found,  until  the  last 
criminal  paid  for  his  fault  with  the  penalty  of  death. 

This  ven2:eance  widened  the  schism  in  the  Creek  nation. 
The  war  party  retaliated  by  committing  a  number  of  outrages 
upon  the  Avhite  men.  Big  AVarrior  was  aroused.  He  asked  for 
a  council  with  the  chiefs  of  the  war  party.  The  request  was 
haughtily  refused.  Xext  he  sent  word  to  them,  saying,  that  if 
the  miracles  which  they  talked  about  should  also  be  wrought 
before  the  chiefs  of  the  peace  party,  then  the  latter  would 
also  believe.  To  this  the  war  Creeks  responded  by  murdering  a 
party  of  emigrants,  by  sacking  a  plantation,  and  by  destroying 
the  property  of  some  of  the  peaceful  Creeks  themselves. 

About  this  time  a  friendly  half-breed  named  McXac  was 
attacked  in  his  home  and  had  his  cattle  stolen.  He  saved  him- 
self for  awhile  b}'  hiding  in  the  swamp,  but  was  unluckily  cap- 
tured by  High  Head  Jim.  McXac  lied.  He  said  he  belonged 
to  the  war-party.  He  found  out  that  a  plot  was  laid  to  kill 
Big  Warrior.  Captain  Isaacs,  Mad  Dragon's  son,  and  all  the 
chiefs  uf  the  peace  party.  This  done.  High  Head  Jim  said 
war  was  at  once  to  be  waged  upon  the  whites.  McNac  escaped 
and  warned  the  intended  victims.    Meanwhile  marauding  parties 


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of  increasing  size  roamed  over  the  country,  plundering  planta- 
tions of  whites  and  peace  Indians  alike.  The  settlers  resolved 
on  self-defense.  An  army  of  two  hundred  volunteers  went  out 
to  whip  a  marauding  party  of  the  Creeks.  The  battle  fought 
is  known  as  the  battle  of  Burnt  Corn.  The  white  men  were 
ingloriously  whipped. 

At  this  point  in  the  war  Red  Eagle  wavered.  He  discov- 
ered that  he  had  failed  to  carry  with  him  the  entire  Creek 
nation.  Among  the  minority  who  sternly  opposed  him  were 
many  of  his  friends  and  relatives.  He  had  met  them  face  to 
face  in  the  bloody  battle  of  Burnt  Corn.  His  ambition  had  led 
him  to  seek  a  war  with  the  whites.  In  fact,  it  had  involved 
him  in  a  civil  war. 

There  was  yet  another  motive.  He  was  rich,  young,  hand- 
some, and  a  widower.  He  had  a  sweetheart,  Lucy  Cornells,  a 
young  girl  of  mixed  blood,  the  rarest  beauty  of  the  Creek 
nation.  Upon  her  Red  Eagle  had  lavished  all  the  wealth  of 
his  passionate  affections.  In  his  nature  there  was  much  of 
romance  and  sentiment.  In  debate  he  Avas  the  sternest  of  the 
stern.  In  love  he  was  the  tenderest  of  the  tender.  He  now 
found  that  among  the  Creeks  against  whom  he  was  about 
to  Avage  cruel  and  bloody  civil  war  was  the  family  of  his 
sweetheart. 

On  the  discovery  by  McNac  of  the  plot  for  the  assassina- 
tion, the  peace  Indians  and  half-breeds  were  struck  with  con- 
sternation. Among  throngs  of  others,  Lucy  Cornells's  father  fled 
with  his  family  to  take  refuge  in  Fort  Mims.  Against  this  very 
fort  Red  Eagle  was  already  plotting  a  campaign.  What  were 
all  the  affairs  of  state,  the  triumphs  in  debate,  the  glory  of  the 
battle-field  to  Red  Eagle,  who  was  as  chivalrous  as  he  was 
brave,  if  thereby  he  must  lose  the  affection  of  the  girl  he 
loved?  More  than  this,  how  could  he  imperil  her  life,  which 
was  dearer  to  him  than  his  own,  by  a  siege  and  probably  mas- 
sacre, where  she  had  sought  refuge  :^rom  his  own  arms. 

These  things  perplexed   Red  Eagle.     He  kept  his  own 


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THE  ROMANCE  OF  RED  EAGLE.  ;  431 

counselj  and  resolved  to  seek  the  advice  of  his  relatives,  who 
belonged  to  the  peace  party.  He  secretly  made  his  way  to 
their  homes.  He  told  them  that  he  was  in  love.  A  man  in 
love  has  no  reason,  no  judgment.  He  is  like  a  diver  at  the 
bottom  of  the  ocean.  All  around  him  is  strange,  mysterious, 
and  unreal.  All  his  past  life  is  forgotten.  All  his  plans  and 
hopes  for  the  future  are  driven  from  his  mind.  He  even  forgets 
his  own  identity.  Those  who  are  most  nearly  and  dearly  related 
to  him  seem  to  him  but  phantoms.  With  them  he  has  no  real, 
tangible  connection.  All  thought,  all  memory,  all  consciousness 
are  absorbed  and  concentrated  into  a  single  notion,  one  overmas- 
tering feeling.  It  is  the  fact  that  he  is  countless  fathoms  deep 
beneath  the  surface  where  others  float.  If  any  emergency 
befalls,  if  for  any  reason  he  needs  help,  all  he  can  do  is  to 
make  the  signal  of  distress  to  friends  above  him.  This  was 
what  Red  Eagle  did.  From  the  depths  of  the  ocean  he  pulled 
the  signal  rope. 

His  friends,  like  all  friends,  were  ready  with  advice.  They 
tuld  him  to  go  back,  to  remove  as  secretly  as  possible  his  fam- 
ily, his  negroes,  and  as  much  of  his  live  stock  as  he  could,  to 
their  plantations,  which  were  in  the  district  of  the  peace  party; 
that  he  should  follow  them  there,  and  remain  quietly  at  home 
until  the  troubles  of  the  nation  were  over.  Red  Eagle  accepted 
this  advice.  He  was  like  one  who  is  mesmerized.  All  that  is 
necessary  to  make  the  subject  do  any  particular  thing  is  simply 
to  crook  the  finger,  ^o  matter  how  ridiculous  it  may  be  he  will 
not  refuse  to  obey.    He  went  back  to  his  home. 

But  it  was  now  too  late  for  him  to  retreat.  His  infidelity 
had  been  suspected.  In  his  absence  his  children  and  negroes 
had  been  seized,  and  were  held  as  hostages  for  his  fidelity. 
He  was  told  that  if  he  deserted  the  cause  of  the  war-party,  his 
children  should  at  once  be  put  to  death. 

Red  Eagle  was  now  overwhelmed  by  the  very  storm  which  he 
had  stirred.  He  had  evoked  the  Grenii  from  their  prison,  and  the 
spirits  would  not  down  at  his  bidding.    For  him  there  remained 


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INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


but  one  thing.  It  was  to  lead  his  men  to  battle.  So  there  was 
preparation  for  war.    The  Creek  braves  painted  themselves  in 

gaudy  colors,  and  concentrated  in  large 
numbers.  The  white  men,  on  their  part, 
hastily  constructed  small  forts,  or  re- 
paired fortifications  which  were  already 
in  existence.  Of  these,  of  which  there 
were  more  than  twenty  among  the  set- 
tlements, Fort  Mims  was  the  largest  and 
strongest.  It  was  located  near  the  Ala- 
bama River,  and  a  few  miles  above  its 
junction  with  the  Tombigbee.  Samuel 

REGION  OF  THE  CItEEK  WAR.  .  ,    ,  ,  •     i  i  i  i 

Mnns  and  his  neighbors  had  constructed 
the  fortification,  and  to  that  place  the  people  of  the  surrounding 
country — men,  women,  and  children,  wdiite,  black,  red,  and 
yellow — fled  for  safety. 

General  Claiborne,  with  a  small  force  of  volunteers  and  reg- 
ulars, was  the  military  commander  of  the  whites.  To  Fort 
Mims  he  dispatched  Major  Beasley,  Avith  one  hundred  and 
seventy-fn  e  men.  These,  with  the  militia  already  there,  gave 
the  post  a  garrison  of  two  hundred  and  forty-flve  men.  Beas- 
ley was  ordered  to  construct  a  second  stockade  around  the 
first,  and  two  additional  block-houses,  an  order  which  wa&  but 
partially  carried  out. 

Altogether  there  were  about  five  hundred  and  fifty  people 
in  the  fort  whose  lives  were  committed  to  the  care  of  Major 
Beasley.  He,  however,  neglected  the  proper  precautions.  He 
forgot  the  great  responsibility  resting  on  his  shoulders.  His 
raw  troops,  instead  of  being  disciplined  by  daily  drills  and 
military  routine,  passed  their  time  in  playing  cards  and  drink- 
ing. The  new  line  of  picketing  was  left  unfinished,  as  were 
also  the  ncAV  block-houses.  He  Avas  CA^en  deaf  to  the  plainest 
warnings  of  danger.  A  negro,  Avho  had  been  captured  by  Red 
Eagle,  escaped,  and  making  his  Avay  to  Fort  Mims  Avith  infinite 
peril,  told   the  commandant  that  an  overAvhelming  force  of 


THE  ttOMANCE  OF  RED  EAGLE. 


433 


Indians  were  on  their  way  to  attack  it.  Beasley  sent  out  some 
scouts,  but  they,  as  they  discovered  no  Indians  in  the  immediate 
neighborhood  of  the  fort,  returned  and  told  the  negro  he  was  a 
Uar.  On  another  day,  two  negroes,  who  had  been  out  guarding 
some  cattle,  came  running  to  the  fort  in  the  greatest  terror. 
They  declared  that  they  had  seen  a  large  body  of  Indians.  A 
party  of  horsemen  at  once  sallied  forth  to  the  spot  where  the 
negroes  averred  they  had  seen  the  savages.  They  found  the 
forest  silent,  and  apparently  unoccupied.  Red  Eagle's  men  had 
disappeared  like  phantoms.  So  the  brave  horsemen  rode  back 
to  the  fort  and  denounced  the  negroes  as  liars.  One  of  them 
was  at  once  tied  to  a  whipping-post  and  flogged,  for  giving  a 
false  ahirm.  The  other  was  saved  for  awhile  by  the  inter- 
ference of  his  master.  It  is  a  historical  fact  that  when  the 
attack,  which  we  are  about  to  describe,  was  made  upon  the 
fort,  this  negro  was  standing  tied,  waiting  for  his  whipping. 

When  the  negro  who  had  been  whipped  Avent  forth  to  attend 
to  his  cattle,  he  again  saw  the  Indians,  but  fearing  to  return 
to  the  fort  and  give  the  alarm,  lest  he  should  be  whipped,  he  ran 
away.    Such  was  the  work  of  the  commander's  folly. 

Red  Eagle  Avas  a  soldier — a  strategist.  Of  him,  Andrew 
Jackson  afterwards  said:  "This  man  is  fit  to  command  great 
armies."  The  negroes  had  told  the  truth.  The  Indians  Avere 
hovering  near  the  fort.  They  had  been  there  for  several  days, 
Avatching  their  opportunity.  Of  all  this  the  defenders  of  the 
fort  Avere  sweetly  oblivious.  The  gates  stood  open  day  and 
night.  The  Avind  had  blown  a  heap  of  sand  against  the  bottom 
of  the  gates.  This  fact,  trifling  to  a  careless  observer,  Avas 
really  important.  The  gates  could  not  be  closed  until  the 
accumulating  sand  should  be  shoveled  away.  This  would  take 
time.  The  gates  could  not  be  closed  in  a  hurry.  Red  Eagle 
observed  the  pile  of  sand,  although  the  commander  of  the  fort 
did  not.  The  Indian  strategist  said:  "We  Avill  Avait  until  the 
sand  is  heaped  a  little  higher."  The  Avind  Avas  busy  AA^hiie  the 
soldiers  slept.    The  sand  heap  groAV. 


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mDUn  TRAOMDIP.S  AND  ROMANCm, 


On  the  morning  when  the  runaAvay  negro  had  a  second  time 
seen  Indians  Red  Eagle  kiy  within  a  few  hundred  yards  of  the 
fort  at  the  head  of  a  thousand  warriors.  He  was  like  a  wild  ani- 
mal watching  for  its  prey,  only  waiting  the  proper  moment  to 
spring  forth.  The  morning  hours  passed  as  usual  at  the  fort. 
No  guards  were  posted.  The  men  occupied  themselves  with 
idle  games  and  disorderly  fun.  All  seemed  opportune.  Why 
did  not  the  tiger  spring  forth  from  the  forest  ?  The  dinner-bell 
rang  in  the  fort.  There  was  a  confused  uproar  of  men,  women, 
and  children  crowding  their  way  with  noisy  fun  toward  the 
tables  of  the  barracks.  There  was  time  for  all  to  be  quietly 
seated  at  the  meal. 

At  that  moment  Red  Eagle  rose  and  gave  the  signal  for 
advance.  A  line  of  Indians  started  forward  with  the  speed  of 
the  wind,  yet  as  silent  as  cats,  toward  the  open  gates.  They 
were  within  ninety  feet  of  them  before  any  one  in  the  fort  dis- 
covered the  enemy.  A  few  men  who  happened  to  be  near  the 
gates  started  to  close  them.  They  gave  the  heavy,  wooden 
portals  a  sudden  pull,  but  they  remained  fixed  in  their  place. 
The  sand  heaps  blown  up  by  the  sportive  wind  were  to  cost 
hundreds  of  lives.  In  their  fright  and  despair  the  men  tugged 
furiously  and  frantically  at  the  gates.  They  tried  to  kick  the 
sand  away.  It  w^as  no  use.  They  could  not  budge  the  gates. 
The  Indians  rushed  in  with  resistless  momentum,  hurling  the 
little  group  of  white  men  back  from  their  pathway  with  the 
force  of  an  express  train. 

The  alarm-cry  was  now  heard  in  every  quarter  of  the  fort. 
Women  screamed.  Men  upset  the  dinner  tables  in  their  frantic 
haste.  Every  one  seized  the  nearest  weapon,  gun,  tomahawk,  or 
club,  and  rushed  forth  to  expel  the  foe.  Luckily  there  was  a 
second  line  of  picketing,  partly  completed,  back  of  the  gate, 
which  prevented  the  Indians  from  making  their  way  at  once 
into  the  body  of  the  fort.  The  garrison,  in  wild  confusion, 
at  once  commenced  a  hand-to-hand  conflict.  Among  the  first  to 
fall,  mortally  wounded,  was  Major  Beasley,  the  careless  com- 


THE  ROMANCE  OF  REt)  EAGLE. 


mandant.  He  refused  to  be  carried  to  the  interior  of  the  fort^ 
preferring  to  remain  where  he  was,  to  animate  and  direct  his 
troops,  and  by  courage  to  atone  for  his  negligence.  He  remained 
in  command  of  his  troops  until  death  overtook  him. 

The  battle  was  terrible.  The  men  fought  like  demons.  Upon 
their  success  in  driving  the  Indians  from  the  fort  depended,  as 
they  knew,  not  only  their  own  lives,  but  those  of  the  women 
and  children  who  had  been  placed  in  their  care.  It  was  a  fight 
in  which  the  antagonists  sought  to  club,  chop,  and  hack  each 
other  to  death.  They  siezed  one  another's  throat  with  a  vise- 
like gripe,  of  which  the  invincible  tenacity  relaxed  only  with 
death  itself.  For  two  hours  the  conflict  raged  with  stubborn 
violence.  The  very  women  of  the  fort,  horrified  by  the  fate 
which  seemed  to  aAvait  them,  armed  themselves  with  such 
Aveapons  as  they  could  procure,  and  with  wild  screams  and 
nervous  fury,  mingled  in  the  bloody  fray. 

In  spite  of  the  utmost  endeavors  of  the  white  men;  in 
spite  of  the  barricade  of  corpses  behind  which  they  fought;  in 
spite  of  the  wounds  and  flowing  blood,  the  savages  gained 
ground.  Outnumbering  the  garrison  three  to  one,  they  beat 
back  their  foes,  overpow^ering  them  at  point  after  point.  As 
the  Indians  advanced  into  the  interior  of  the  fort  they  fired  the 
buildings.  The  whites,  driven  back  farther  and  farther,  Avere 
forced  for  their  last  refuge  to  a  small  inclosure  called  the  bas- 
tion. Above  the  din  of  the  conflict  arose  in  every  quarter  the 
warning  cry  of  "  To  the  bastion !"  In  a  moment  the  inclosure 
was  packed  so  full  of  people  that  no  one  could  move,  much  less 
fight.  The  wails  of  Avomen  mingled  Avith  the  roar  of  the  flames 
and  the  hoarse  shouts  of  the  blackened  soldiery  groAv  feebler 
and  feebler. 

At  this  point.  Red  Eagle  rose  to  the  height  of  heroism.  He 
called  upon  his  Avarriors  to  desist.  Dismounting  from  his  splen- 
did horse,  he  placed  himself  in  front  of  the  hoAvling  murderers, 
and  sought  by  imperious  commands  and  earnest  appeals  to  stop 
the  carnage.    But  for  the  second  time  in  his  life  he  found  that 


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INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


he  had  let  loose  a  storm  which  he  could  not  control.  As  he 
now  labored  to  save  the  lives  of  the  remaining  whites,  his  fol- 
lowers, with  fierce  suspicion,  told  him  that  not  long  before  he 
had  attempted  to  desert  from  the  cause,  and  if  he  made  further 
efforts  in  behalf  of  their  enemies  that  he  himself  was  the  first 
man  Avho  should  be  put  to  death.  Foiled  in  his  best  intentions, 
Red  Eagle  mounted  and  rode  away  from  the  scene  of  the  mas- 
sacre to  calm  the  raging  torrent  of  his  thoughts  in  solitude. 

The  persons  remaining  in  the  fort  were  put  to  death,  making 
more  than  five  hundred  people  who  perished  in  the  massacre. 
About  twenty  of  the  occupants  of  the  fort  succeeded  in  chop- 
ping a  hole  through  the  outer  picketing.  Their  adventures  were 
various.  Dr.  Thomas  G.  Holmes  wandered  five  days  in  swamps 
and  cane-brakes.  At  last  he  fired  his  gun  for  help.  Some  white 
men  who  were  near  were  so  frightened  that  they  themselves 
took  to  the  swamp  and  remained  for  two  days.  Holmes  was 
finally  saved.  Lieutenant  Chamblies  was  twice  wounded  in  his 
flight,  but  succeeded  in  concealing  himself  in  a  pile  of  logs. 
Toward  night  the  lieutenant  was  horrified  to  discover  a  band 
of  Indians  surrounding  the  log-pile  and  setting  fire  to  it.  He 
remained  in  his  position  till  he  was  terribly  burned,  but  was 
rejoiced  to  see  the  Indians  leave  just  as  he  was  forced  to  crawl 
from  his  hiding-place. 

Zachariah  McGirth  had  left  Fort  Mims  on  the  morning  of 
the  massacre,  leaving  behind  him  his  wife  and  children.  Hav- 
ing gone  but  a  few  miles  he  heard  the  roar  of  battle  at  the  fort, 
and  started  back,  filled  with  anxiety  concerning  his  family. 
Late  at  night  he  made  his  way  into  the  fort,  and  began  an 
agonizing  search  among  the  bodies  of  the  slain  for  the  corpses 
of  his  wife  Mud  children.  By  the  help  of  a  torch  and  the  glow 
from  the  embers  of  the  block-houses,  he  sought  everywhere, 
turning  over  and  examining  the  bloody  and  mangled  remains. 

After  several  hours  spent  in  the  sickening  task,  he  was 
forced  to  conclude  that  his  family  were  among  those  who  had 
been  consumed  in  the  buildings.    As  a  matter  of  fact,  a  young 


THE  ROMAyCE  OF  RED  EAGLE. 


437 


Indian,  recognizing  in  Mc Girth's  wife  a  former  friend,  had  res- 
cued her  and  her  children.  He  told  his  fellow-warriors  that 
he  wished  to  make  them  slaves.  Mc Girth,  ignorant  of  all  this, 
caring  no  longer  for  life,  became  the  most  reckless  scout  and 
Indian  fighter  in  the  American  army.  Several  months  after- 
ward his  family  were  restored  to  him;  it  was  as  if  they  had 
arisen  from  the  dead. 

Two  days  after  the  massacre  of  Fort  Minis,  the  prophet 
Francis,  at  the  head  of  a  band  of  warriors,  assaulted  a  house 
and  killed  twelve  persons.  A  Mrs.  Merrill,  in  the  house  with 
an  infant  in  her  arms,  had  been  scalped  and  left  for  dead. 
Hours  afterward  she  revived,  and  attempted  to  crawl  to  Fort 
Sinquefield,  two  miles  away,  which  she  succeeded  in  doing.  At 
the  time,  her  husband  was  serving  as  a  volunteer  in  the  army. 
He  heard  of  the  butchery,  receiving  information  of  his  wife's 
supposed  death.  Before  the  wife  had  recovered  sufficiently  to 
communicate  with  her  husband,  he  too,  was  reported  as  killed 
in  battle.  In  fact,  he  was  sent  by  mistake  with  the  wounded 
volunteers  from  Tennessee  to  that  State. 

Years  passed  by.  Mrs.  Merrill  married  again.  Late  one 
evening,  an  emigrant  ftimily  on  their  way  to  Texas  asked  for 
a  night's  lodging  at  her  house.  Scarcely  had  the  guests  been 
comfortably  seated,  when  the  husband  of  the  emigrant  family 
and  the  hostess  recognized  each  other.  Each  had  married,  sup- 
posing the  other  dead.  In  this  complication  what  was  to  be 
done?  They  talked  far  into  the  night.  Both  were  happy  in 
their  present  relations.  They  at  last  resolved,  not,  perhaps, 
Avithout  a  shade  of  regret,  to  forget  the  past  and  live  for  the 
future  as  they  were. 

Misfortunes  come  not  as  single  spies,  but  in  battalions.  The 
dead  at  Fort  Mims  were  brought  to  Fort  Sinquefield  for  burial. 
The  people  in  the  fort,  unarmed  and  absorbed  in  their  sorrow, 
went  outside  the  stockade  to  a  little  valley  fifty  yards  away  to 
bury  the  bodies  of  their  friends.  At  this  moment,  Francis,  who 
was  shadowing  the  place,  attempted  to  throw  his  party  of  war- 


438 


INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES, 


riors  between  the  white  people  and  the  gates.  The  men  suc^ 
ceecled  in  reaching  the  fort,  but  the  women  and  children  were 
Unfortunately  cut  off. 

Their  condition  seemed  hopeless.  A  thrill  of  horror  shot 
through  the  hearts  of  the  men  at  the  fort.  But  life  is  full  of 
strange  coincidences.  A  young  man  named  Isaac  Haden,  a  hun- 
ter, who  kept  a  large  pack  of  hounds  trained  to  chase  and  seize 
an^-  living  object  upon  which  their  master  might  set  them, 
appeared  at  this  critical  moment  returning  from  a  hunt.  His 


THE  DOG  CHARGE. 

quick  eye  caught  the  situation.  With  a  cry  to  his  hounds  he 
dashed  forward  on  his  horse  against  the  host  of  Indians.  The 
watchers  at  the  fort  and  the  helpless  women  without  paused  in 
breathless  anxiety  to  witness  the  strange  maneuver.  In  a 
moment  every  one  of  the  sixty  ferocious  hounds  had  his  fangs 
fastened  in  the  throat  of  a  savage.  The  Indians  were  over- 
whelmed by  the  strange  assault.  In  the  few  precious  moments 
the  imperiled  ones  were  rescued.  Young  Haden  had  his  noble 
horse  shot  from  under  liim,  and  had  five  bullet-holes  through 
his  clothes.    A  Mrs.  Ph'llips  was  the  only  one  who  lost  her  Hfe, 


THE  ROMANCE  OF  RED  EAGLE. 


439 


The  news  of  the  massacre  of  Fort  Mims  spread  like  Avild- 
fire  through  the  south.  The  entire  white  population  on  the 
Creek  frontiers  was  in  danger  of  instant  destruction.  To  obtain 
help  from  the  government  at  Washington,  was  impossible.  It 
would  take  a  month  to  send  the  news,  and  another  one  for 
the  soldiers  to  reach  the  field  of  action.  In  this  crisis  the 
warm-hearted  south- 
ern States  impul- 
sively called  for  vol- 
unteers to  save  their 
friends  and  neighbors. 

General  Andrew 
Jackson,  lying  sick 
and  enfeebled  on  his 
bed  of  pain,  an- 
nounced that  he 
would  start  to  the 
front  as  soon  as  he 
could  be  helped  into 
a  saddle.  He  was 
yet  a  sick  man,  pale 
and  emaciated,  when, 
under  the  inspiration 
of  his  lofty  will,  he  andrew  jackson. 

started  to  meet  the  army  of  volunteers  Avhich  had  been  raised 
for  him.  Arrived  there,  he  found  one  thousand  raw  troops, 
completely  without  provision  for  the  expedition  into  the  Indian 
country.  Nevertheless,  with  or  without  food,  he  determined  to 
march.  In  a  single  day  the  army  constructed  a  supply  post, 
called  Fort  Deposit,  on  Thompson's  creek.  During  the  march 
southward  the  men  seem  to  have  subsisted  almost  entirely  upon 
the  zeal  and  enthusiasm  of  Jackson's  eloquent  addresses,  w^hich 
were  issued  to  the  men  several  times  a  day. 

During  the  night  of  the  2d  of  November  Jackson  prepared 
to  assault  the  Indian  town  of  Tallushatchee.    The  two  wings 


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INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


of  the  army  encircled  the  town  on  either  side.  At  sunrise  two 
companies  were  thrown  forward  into  the  circle.  This  at  once 
brought  on  the  battle.  It  raged  with  great  fury.  That  victory 
belonged  to  the  Americans  was  very  soon  evident.  But  the 
Indians  refused  to  fly  or  accept  quarter.  Again  and  again, 
parties  of  braves,  and  even  single  warriors  were  urged  to  throw 
down  their  arms  and  submit.  But  with  a  heroism  which  rivaled 
that  of  Leonidas  and  his  three  hundred  Spartans,  every  offer 
of  mercy  w^as  rejected.  Every  warrior  fought  the  overwhelm- 
ing hosts  which  surrounded  him  as  long  as  he  could  stand  or 
sit.  Even  in  the  agonies  of  death  the  Creek  braves  would  shoot 
malignant  and  unforgiving  glances  at  their  conquering  foe,  and 
feebly  attemj^t  to  hurl  a  tomahawk  at  the  nearest  w^hite  man. 
They  forced  the  Americans  to  turn  the  battle  into  a  butchery. 
Every  brave  in  the  village  was  killed,  the  total  falling  not 
short  of  two  hundred.  History  presents  no  more  complete 
destruction  of  any  fighting  force. 

Still  no  provisions  reached  the  army.  With  unflinching 
boldness  Jackson  continued  his  march  to  the  south.  He  built 
another  post,  Fort  Strother,  for  the  reception  of  provisions.  It 
was  literally  an  empty  mockery.  There  were  no  provisions. 
Here  word  reached  Jackson  that  some  friendly  Indians  w^ere 
besieged  at  Talladega.  The  ingenuity  of  the  messenger  who 
brought  the  news,  in  effecting  his  escape  from  the  beleaguered 
town,  has  not  been  equaled  among  all  the  marvelous  exploits 
heretofore  recited  in  these  pages.  He  was  a  boy.  He  had  cov- 
ered himself  with  the  skin  of  a  large  hog,  and  had  w^andered 
about  on  all  fours,  as  if  hunting  for  roots.  At  times,  when  he 
came  near  to  hostile  Indians,  he  would  lie  down  comfortably 
in  a  mud  puddle.    In  this  Avay  he  had  escaped  detection. 

Once  more  Jackson  marched  his  army  into  the  presence  of 
an  enemy,  without  supplies.  The  battle  of  Talladega  was  sim- 
ilar in  plan  to  its  predecessor,  and  about  as  successful.  Two 
hundred  and  ninety-nine  Indian  warriors  were  counted  dead 
upon  the  ground.  ^ 

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THE  ROMANCE  OF  RED  EAGLE. 


More  extensh'e  operations  were  absolutely  impossible  until 
food  could  be  procured  by  Jackson  for  his  starving  men.  While 
his  army  lay  idle  at  Fort  Strother.  Pied  Eagle's  superb  genius 
for  war  \Yas  active  in  other  parts  of  the  field.  There  was  dan- 
ger of  famine  among  the  white  settlers,  unless  the  crops  could 
be  gathered  from  the  fields.  To  do  this  it  was  necessary,  tem- 
porarily at  least,  to  rid  the  country  of  hostile  prowlers.  In  this 
Avay  came  about  the  celebrated  Canoe  Fight."  A  force  of  se^'- 
enty-two  men,  under  Captain  Sam  Dale,  undertook  to  rid  a  par- 
ticular section  of  the  countrv  of  Indians.  Dale  was  marchins: 
his  command  along  the  south-east  bank  of  the  ALabama  River, 
when,  dissatisfied  at  finding  no  traces  of  Indians,  he  determined 
to  cross  the  river.  The  job  was  by  no  means  a  small  one.  Only 
two  little  canoes  were  to  be  had.  The  river  was  a  cjuarter  of 
a  mile  wide. 

At  last,  however,  only  twelve  men,  together  with  Dale, 
remained  on  the  east  bank  of  the  river.  While  waiting  their 
turn  for  transportation,  the  little  company  was  startled  by  a 
volley  of  bullets  from  a  large  force  of  Indians.  Dales  men 
concealed  themselves  in  the  dense  undergrowth  of  the  ri^er 
bank,  and  behind  trees.  The  situation  was  danjzerous.  Should 
the  savages  suspect,  from  the  infrequency  of  the  fire,  the  small- 
ness  of  their  numbers,  they  would  quickly  rush  down  and  over- 
power them. 

Escape  to  the  other  side  was  the  one  thing  to  be  desired. 
For  this  purpose,  however,  they  had  only  one  canoe,  the  other 
being  across  the  river.  This  boat  would  hold  but  six  men.  and 
the  movement  would  involve  a  separation  of  the  company.  The 
Indians  on  shore,  seeing  the  canoe  crossing  the  river,  would  at 
once  suspect  the  smallness  of  the  force  opposed  to  them,  and 
would  quickly  overpower  those  who  were  left  behind. 

Dale  signaled  to  his  men  on  the  other  side  for  assistance. 
Eight  of  them  started  to  cross  the  river,  but  discovering  the 
immense  strength  of  the  Indian  force,  hastily  put  back  to  shore. 
A  new  danger  now  assailed  the  little  band.    A  large  canoe, 


442 


INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


containing  eleven  warriors,  was  discovered  putting  out  from  the 
bank  and  making  its  way  down  to  a  point  opposite  Dale's  posi- 
tion.   In  a  few  moments  they  attempted  to  land. 

Dale's  party,  attacked  from  front  and  rear,  fought  in  both 
directions.  Two  of  the  warriors  in  the  canoe  attempted  to  swim 
ashore.  One  was  shot  through  the  top  of  the  head.  The  other 
reached  the  shore  and  was  met  by  Austill.  At  the  moment  of 
the  encounter  Austill  slipped  and  fell  into  the  water.  The  sav- 
age cast  one  keen  glance  at  the  little  force,  and  then  made  his 
escape.  Dale  at  once  saw  that  it  was  but  a  matter  of  a  few 
minutes  before  the  whole  Indian  force,  informed  of  the  weak- 
ness of  his  company,  would  be  upon  them. 

In  this  emergency  Dale  announced  a  desperate  resolution. 
He  called  for  volunteers  to  man  the  little  canoe  which  they  had, 
and  attack  the  Indian  canoe  party.  For  this  perilous  attempt 
three  men,  James  Smith,  Jeremiah  Austill,  and  a  large  negro 
named  Caesar,  offered  their  services.  With  them  Dale  sprang 
into  the  canoe.  The  negro  acted  as  steersman,  while  the  white 
men  plied  the  paddles.  When  half-way  toward  the  hostile  canoe 
with  its  nine  occupants,  Dale's  men  found  to  their  dismay  that 
their  powder  was  wet  and  their  guns  useless. 

By  strange  fortune  the  Indians  in  the  canoe  had  exhausted 
their  ammunition.  There  remained  nothing  but  a  hand  to  hand 
fight  between  four  men  on  the  one  hand  and  nine  on  the  other. 
The  negro  threw  the  little  canoe  alongside  of  the  larger,  and 
held  it  firmly  there.  The  Indians  sprang  to  their  feet,  prepared 
with  knives  and  clubs  to  resist  the  assault.  At  the  moment  of 
contact  Dale  leaped  into  the  larger  canoe.  While  Austill  and 
Smith  beat  the  Indians  with  clubbed  guns.  Dale,  with  incon- 
ceivable quickness,  gave  the  one  nearest  him  a  powerful  shove, 
throwing  him  backwards  against  his  neighbor,  he  in  turn  falling 
upon  the  third  Indian,  and  so  on,  until  every  savage  in  the  boat 
had  lost  his  balance,  and  all  were  floundering  together  in  the 
bottom.  Dale  seized  the  advantage,  clubbing  out  the  brains  of 
savage  after  savage,  and  throwing  their  corpses  into  the  river. 


THE  ROMANCE  OF  RED  EAGLE. 


443 


The  last  Indian  was  an  old  friend  of  Dale.  The  latter 

hesitated,  and   was  about   to  lower   his    weapon,  when  the 

savage  attempted  to  grapple  with  him.  Dale  was  too  quick. 
Stepping  back. 


with  a  single 
blow  he  killed 
his  antagonist. 
In  less  than 
two  ni  i  n  u  t  e  s 
from  the  time 
the  boats  came 
alongside  of 
each  other 
every  one  of 
the  nine  I  n- 
dians  was  a 
corpse,  floating 
down  with  the 
current  toward 
the  vast  and 
lonely  gulf.  Of 
the  white  men, 
Austin  alone 
was  wounded. 

With  swift 
strokes  of  the 
paddles  the 
two  canoes 
were  brought 
back  to  the  red  eagle- s  leap. 

shore,  the  remaining  men  taken  on  board,  and  an  escape  made 
to  the  opposite  side  of  the  river  amid  a  heavy  fire  from  the 
Indians. 

On  the  23d  of  December,  1813,  Red  Eagle,  with  a  large 
force  of  Indians,  awaited  at  Holy  Ground  an  assault  from  Gen- 


4:4:4: 


INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


eral  Claiborne.  The  spot  was  admirably  chosen  for  defense. 
It  was  a  high  blulF,  surrounded  on  the  land  side  by  marshes 
and  ravines,  on  the  eastern  side  of  the  Alabama  River,  just 
below  what  is  now  Powell's  Ferry,  in  Lowndes  county,  Ala- 
bama. To  the  natural  strength  of  the  place  was  added  that  of 
heavy  log  fortifications. 

The  assault  by  the  Americans  was  a  comparative  failure, 
as  the  Indians  escaped  by  hundreds.  Red  Eagle,  the  last  to 
leave  the  place,  was  almost  on  the  point  of  being  captured. 
Mounted  on  a  gray  horse  of  magnificent  speed  and  endurance, 
he  galloped  rapidly  toward  a  point  where  the  bluff  was  but 
fifteen  feet  high.  Over  this  perpendicular  precipice  wildly 
dashed  the  gallant  rider  and  his  noble  steed.  They  both  dis- 
appeared beneath  the  waves  of  the  river,  but  in  a  few  moments 
Red  Eagle  was  seen,  far  out  in  the  current  of  the  river,  to  emerge 
from  the  depths,  still  on  his  horse  which  bravely  bore  him  to 
the  opposite  shore. 

During  the  time  of  the  incidents  which  we  have  been  relat- 
ing, General  Jackson  had  a  series  of  troubles  with  his  army, 
which  developed  the  incomparable  metal  of  the  man,  and  have 
been  admired  and  laughed  at  by  several  generations  of  men. 
While  detained  at  Fort  Strother,  a  mutinous  spirit  developed 
itself  among  the  men,  who,  on  account  of  the  lack  of  provisions^ 
threatened  to  disband.  One  morning  Jackson  was  informed 
that  the  militia  regiment  intended  to  march  home  in  a  body. 
Jackson  at  once  placed  himself  at  the  head  of  the  volunteers 
and  confronted  the  militia,  telling  them  that  they  could  march 
home  only  by  cutting  their  way  through  his  lines.  This  was 
more  than  the  militia-men  had  counted  on.    They  yielded. 

But  the  volunteers  were  scarcely  less  discontented  than  the 
militia.  That  night  they  themselves  resolved  to  go  home.  In 
the  morning  Jackson  reversed  the  plan  of  the  previous  day.  He 
placed  the  militia  in  front  of  the  volunteers,  and  told  them  that 
their  way  home  lay  through  the  ranks.  The  joke  was  so  rich 
that,  for  the  time  being,  the  trouble  blew  over. 


THE  ROMANCE  OF  HED  EAGLE. 


Great  was  the  distress  from  want  of  food.  A  soldier  passed 
General  Jackson  and  saw  that  he  was  eating  something.  He 
mutinously  demanded  that  he  should  have  a  share  of  it.  ''Will- 
ingly," replied  Jackson,  and  thrusting  his  hand  into  his  pocket, 
offered  the  man  some  acorns.  For  some  days  they  had  been  his 
only  food. 

At  last,  however,  Jackson  was  left  without  any  supporters. 
The  entire  army  resolved  that,  if  provisions  did  not  come  within 
two  days,  they  would  go  home.  They,  however,  promised  that 
if  the  provision  train  was  met  they  would  return.  On  the 
appointed  day  the  men  marched  away.  Jackson  went  after 
them,  and  begged  for  volunteers  to  remain  with  him.  To  this 
appeal  one  hundred  and  nine  men  responded. 

Twelve  miles  from  the  fort  the  army  met  the  provision  train. 
The  men  were  furnished  ample  supplies  of  food.  But  with 
mouths  and  stomachs  full  of  meat  they  determined,  in  spite  of 
their  promise,  to  return  home.  Jackson's  rage  was  terrible.  His 
left  arm  was  still  in  a  sling.  He  was  more  emaciated  than  when 
he  had  left  his  sick-bed.  Snatching  a  musket  from  a  man,  he 
planted  himself  in  front  of  the  column  of  mutineers  and  broke 
forth  into  a  wild  storm  of  vituperation.  He  told  them  that  they 
could  march  home  only  over  his  dead  body,  and  that  the  man 
who  first  advanced  toward  him  should  be  shot  dead.  Raising 
his  gun  to  his  shoulder,  he  v>\aited.  The  troops  who  would  have 
fought  an  army  were  conquered  by  the  will  of  a  single  man. 
The  mutineers  returned  to  their  camp. 

But  the  troops  shortly  devised  another  expedient.  Through 
a  pretended  flaw  in  their  contract  of  enlistment,  they  claimed 
that  their  term  had  expired.  On  the  afternoon  of  December 
9th,  they  commenced  strapping  up  their  knapsacks.  Jackson 
at  once  called  on  all  good  soldiers  to  assist  him.  The  militia 
were  drawn  up  behind  a  line  of  cannon  confronting  the  muti- 
neers. The  artillery-men  held  lighted  matches  in  their  hands. 
Jackson  then  addressed  his  rebellious  soldier}^,  and  demanded 
from  them  an  explicit  answer,  whether  they  would  remain 


446 


INDIAN  THAOMmES  ANb  ROMANCES, 


peaceably  with  the  army,  then,  and  there.  He  took  out  his 
watch  to  count  the  seconds  which  still  remained  for  the  men  to 
answer.  If  they  refused,  at  a  signal  the  cannon  and  musketry 
of  the  militia-line  would  leap  into  flame,  and  hurl  leaden  storms 
of  death  and  destruction  into  the  ranks  of  the  mutineers.  The 
latter  made  their  choice.  They  decided  to  remain.  A  fourth 
time  Jackson  had  won  a  battle  against  his  own  troops. 

At  last  Jackson  received  four  thousand  fresh  recruits  from 
Tennessee.  Red  Eagle  and  his  army  were  concentrated  in  a 
sort  of  peninsula,  called  the  Horseshoe,  formed  by  a  bend  of  the 
Tallapoosa  River.  The  bend  inclosed  a  hundred  acres  of  ground, 
and  at  its  narrowest  part  was  about  three  hundred  yards  wide. 
Across  this  narrow  place  Red  Eagle  had  constructed  a  strong 
fortification,  which  was  designed  to  resist  even  artillery-fire. 
Within  the  inclosure  the  houses  were  further  protected  by 
embankments  of  earth.  At  the  bank  of  the  river  floated  one 
hundred  canoes,  as  a  possible  means  of  retreat.  The  perfection 
of  these  preparations  have  caused  certain  writers  to  imagine 
that  some  white  engineer  had  planned  them.  In  fact,  they 
were  the  conceptions  of  Red  Eagle's  brain. 

On  the  27th  of  March,  1814,  Jackson  found  himself  in  front 
of  this  remarkable  redoubt  with  two  thousand  soldiers.  Gen- 
eral Coffee,  with  seven  hundred  cavalry  and  a  force  of  friendly 
Indians,  were  thrown  across  the  river  to  occupy  the  opposite 
side  of  the  bend  in  the  rear  of  the  fortification,  and  cut  off 
retreat.  By  ten  o'clock  Coffee  occupied  this  position.  Jack- 
son commenced  a  heavy  attack  with  artillery  and  musketrj' 
upon  the  front  of  the  breastworks,  making  but  little  impres- 
sion. Coffee,  without  especial  direction  from  his  commander, 
resolved  to  throw  a  part  of  his  men  across  the  river  in  canoes, 
and  by  attacking  the  Indians  in  the  rear,  effect  a  diversion  in 
favor  of  Jackson. 

After  an  hour  or  so  of  ineffectual  fighting,  Jackson  resolved 
to  storm  the  works.  The  men  were  formed  in  solid  column. 
This  column  was  a  projectile  which  was  expected  to  force  a 


TBB  nOMANCJ^  OF  HET)  EAGLE. 


44T 


breach  where  the  cannon  had  failed.  At  the  given  word  the 
long  line  of  men  started  forward  to  hurl  themselves  against 
the  fortification.  In  spite  of  the  heavy  fire  from  the  enemy, 
which  mowed  down  their  ranks,  the  Tennesseeans  hurried  for- 
ward, reached  the 
breastworks,  thrust 
their  rifles  into 
the  port-holes,  and 
fired  at  the  yelling 
savages  within,  or 
swarmed  up  and 
over  the  barricade. 
On  the  top  of  the 
breastworks  there 
was  many  a  fierce 
h  a  n  d-to-h  a  n  d  en- 
counter— the  whites  fighting  to  force  their  way  into  the  fort, 
the  savages  struggling  to  hurl  them  back. 

In  a  short  time  the  number  of  Indians  upon  the  parapet  was 
seen  to  grow  fewer  and  fewer.  Ev^ry  time  an  Indian  fell  his 
place  was  taken  by  two  white  men.  Presently  Jackson's  troops 
began  to  leap  down  into  the  inclosure.  The  works  were  taken. 
But  the  defenders  of  the  place  were  not  conquered.  To  do  that 
there  was  only  one  way.  That  way  was  butchery.  It  was  a 
repetition  of  Tallushatchee.  Xo  savage  would  surrender.  Again 
and  again  Jackson  offered  quarter,  but  the  brave  Creeks  only 
riddled  the  messengers  with  bullets.  At  last.  Red  Eagle's  men, 
beaten  at  every  point,  fled  to  the  fleet  of  canoes  to  escape  by 
water.  Some  did  escape,  but  the  majority  fell  beneath  the 
unerring  fire  from  Coffee's  command.  One  old  Indian,  terribly 
wounded,  jumped  into  the  river,  caught  hold  of'  a  root  in  the 
bottom  to  keep  himself  down,  and  by  breathing  through  the 
long  joint  of  a  cane,  one  end  of  which  was  in  his  mouth  and 
the  other  above  the  water,  remained  hidden  until  nightfall,  when 
he  rose  from  his  watery  bed  and  made  his  way  into  the  forest. 


PLAN  OF  THE  BATTLE  OF  THE  HORSESHOE. 


us 


INDIAN  TkAOEDIES  AND  itOMANCM 


In  the  morning  sixteen  warriors  were  found  concealed  in  a 
brush  heap.  They  were  surrounded  by  two  hundred  men,  and 
called  upon  to  surrender.  They  not  only  refused,  but  made 
insulting  and  defiant  gestures.  Of  them,  it  might  be  said,  that 
they  were  killed,  but  not  conquered. 

Five  hundred  and  fifty-seven  dead  warriors  were  found  in 
the  fort.  Besides  this  uncounted  numbers  had  been  killed  in 
the  river.    The  power  of  the  Creek  nation  was  crushed. 

It  was  but  a  little  while  till  the  Creek  leaders  sent  their 
messengers  to  Jackson,  humbly  begging  for  peace.  To  these 
overtures  there  was  one  reply :  "  Bring  Red  Eagle  here,  bound 
hand  and  foot;  then  we  will  talk  of  peace."  It  was  Jackson's 
purpose  to  hang  the  Indian  commander  as  a  punishment  for  the 
massacre  of  Fort  Minis. 

Sad-faced  messengers  bore  the  dreadful  news  to  Red  Eagle. 
Peace  there  could  be  only  on  condition  of  the  sacrifice  of  his 
life.  His  friends  urged  him  to  leave  the  country.  To  all  such 
suggestions  Red  Eagle  made  no  reply,  but  simply  flashed  one 
look  of  indignation  from  his  proud  and  scornful  eye.  Many 
hours  he  sat  alone  in  his  wigwam,  lost  in  thought.  Sometimes 
he  would  walk  to  the  door  and  look  out  upon  the  landscape  with 
a  sigh.  Then  he  would  return  and  resume  his  reverie.  He  coun- 
seled with  no  one.  What  was  passing  in  his  mind  his  broken- 
spirited  followers  did  not  suspect.    He  neither  slept  nor  ate. 

At  last  Red  Eagle  seemed  to  have  come  to  some  conclusion. 
Long  before  dawn  one  morning,  without  vouchsafing  a  single 
explanation,  he  mounted  his  splendid  gray  horse,  and  rode  away 
^  through  the  forest  in  solitude  and  silence.  An  observer  might 
have  seen  his  lips  tightly  compressed.  From  his  eye  shone  a 
strange  light.    He  alone  knew  his  destination. 

He  took  his  course  toward^the  camp  of  Andrew  Jackson. 
When  within  a  few  miles  of  the  camp,  a  noble  deer  bounded 
across  his  path.  Quick  as  thought  Red  Eagle  fired,  bringing 
down  the  game.  He  then  reloaded  his  rifle.  That  load  was 
for  the  heart  of  Big  Warrior,  in  case  he  should  offer  any  insult 


TEE  ROMANCE  OF  RED  EAGLE. 


449 


to  Red  Eagle  in  the  American  camp.  Laying  the  deer  behind 
him  on  his  horse,  he  rode  on.  He  came  within  sight  of  an 
American  sentinel,  and  calmly  inquired  for  General  Jackson's 
head-quarters.  He  rode  up  to  the  door  of  the  tent  pointed  out 
to  him.  Andrew  Jackson  came  forward,  and  in  a  spasm  of  rage 
demanded  of  him  how  he  dared  to  approach  him  when  such  a 
penalty  hung  over  him.    To  this  Red  Eagle  replied  : 

"General  Jackson,  I  am  afraid  of  no  man.  I  am  a  Creek 
warrior.  For  myself  I  ask  no  favor.  I  come  to  beg  mercy  for 
the  women  and  children  of  my  people,  who  are  now  starving  in 
the  woods  without  an  ear  of  corn.  You  may  kill  me  if  you 
wish.  I  am  done  fighting.  Of  my  warriors  but  a  few  live. 
The  rest  have  been  killed.  If  I  could  fight  you  longer  I  would, 
but  save  the  women  and  children.  They  have  never  harmed 
you.    As  for  me,  do  with  me  as  you  please." 

These  words  were  delivered  with  a  pathos  and  eloquence 
which  can  not  be  described.  A  crowd  had  gathered  around  to 
witness  the  strange  scene.  As  once  before  in  history,  here  was 
a  man  found  willing  to  die  for  his  people.  And  as  on  that  other 
occasion,  from  which  over  the  centuries  there  comes  floating  to 
our  ears  the  cries  of  the  mob,  "Crucify  him,  crucify  him,"  so 
here  the  crowd  broke  out  into  loud  cries  of  "Kill  him,  kill  him/' 

The  hero  recognizes  the  hero.  There  is  an  affinity  between 
high-born  souls.  Andrew^  Jackson  rebuked  the  crowd.  He 
invited  his  distinguished  prisoner  into  his  quarters.  After  a 
conversation,  Jackson  repeated  the  terms  of  peace  w^hich  had 
been  offered,  and  then  said,  "  You  are  at  liberty  to  leave  if 
you  wish.  No  opposition  shall  be  made.  But  if  I  capture 
you  hereafter,  you  will  be  hung  "  To  this  Red  Eagle  replied 
with  burning  words.  He  said  that  he  accepted  the  terms  of 
peace.  That  no  matter  what  fate  awaited  himself,  his  people 
would  at  least  be  made  happier  by  it. 

The  war  was  ended,  but  Red  Eagle  was  not  hung.  Andrew 
(     Jackson,  instead  of  offering  him  punishment  afforded  him  pro- 
tection. His  life  was  saved  ^"om  the  conspiracies  of  the  friendly 


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INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


Indians  in  Jackson's  camp  by  the  very  guards  with  which  his 
captor  had  surrounded  him.  In  time  he  was  left  free  to  return 
to  his  old  home  and  plantation.  But  there  he  found  himself 
surrounded  by  hosts  of  implacable  enemies,  who  sought  his  life 
He  went  to  Fort  Claiborne,  and  placed  himself  under  the  pro- 
tection of  the  commanding  officer.  But  here,  too,  were  men  in 
whose  breasts  rankled  the  poisoned  stings  of  civil  war.  He  was 
obliged  to  leave  the  fort  at  night  and  in  secret.  He  made  his 
way  to  Jackson's  camp,  and  in  time  was  taken  by  the  American 
general  to  his  home  in  Tennessee,  where  he  remained  as  a  guest 
for  nearly  a  year. 

As  time  rolled  on  the  hostilites  of  war  died  away.  Red 
Eagle  returned  to  his  plantation.  Again  he  accumulated  prop- 
erty, again  he  was  waited  on  by  troops  of  slaves,  and  dispensed 
magnificent  hospitality  to  his  friends.  His  spirit  was  unbroken 
by  misfortune,  and  his  commanding  genius  again  asserted  itself 
in  the  councils  of  the  Creeks.  He  died  at  his  home  on  the  9th 
of  March,  1824.  Through  the  intermarriage  of  his  children 
with  the  whites  Red  Eagle's  descendants  show  few  traces  of 
their  Indian  blood.  The  dark  eye,  the  erect  form,  and  perhaps 
a  slight  tinge  in  the  cheek  are  all  that  remain  as  badges  of 
their  noble  lineage. 


THE  TRUE  STORY  OF  THE  PROPHET. 


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CHAPTER  XITT. 

THE  TRUE  STORY  OF  THE  PROPHET. 

N  1805,  Penagashega,  or  The  Change  of 
Feathers,"  the  prophet  of  the  Shawanese  tribe 
was  gathered  to  his  fathers.  As  soon  as  the 
news  of  the  great  prophet's  death  reached  a 
certain  Shawanese  Indian  by  the  name  of  Laii- 
lewasickaw,  the  latter  rolled  his  eyes  piously 
towards  heaven  and  fell  on  his  face.  How  long 
he  remained  in  this  position  we  know  not,  but 
when  he  arose  his  actions  were  singular  in  the  extreme.  He 
shunned  his  former  companions,  bearing  an  important  and 
mysterious  air,  the  very  personification  of  solemnity.  He 
proceeded  to  engage  in  long  and  severe  fasts.  He  resorted 
to  hollow  trees  and  desolate  caverns,  and  there  kept  up  pro- 
tracted vigils. 

At  last,  tired  of  this  sort  of  thing  or  having  continued  it 
long  enough  to  suit  his  purposes,  he  returned  to  his  village, 
and  with  mock  humility  and  a  dramatic  display  of  great  piety, 
announced  that  the  spirit  of  prophecy  had  entered  into  him, 
and  that  he  would  no  longer  be  known  as  Penagashega,  but  as 
Tenshacutawan.  This  startling  announcement  certainly  so  over- 
whelms the  reader  with  astonishment  and  admiration,  that  we 
at  once  hurry  to  satisfy  the  curiosity  thus  aroused  by  an  expla- 
nation of  the  causes  and  meaning  of  this  move  on  the  part 
of  our  friend,  whom  we  will  henceforth  know  simply  as  "  The 
Prophet." 

According  to  his  own  story,  the  Prophet  was  descended  from 


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INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


a  great  Creek  warrior,  his  grandfather.  On  a  certain  occasion, 
this  esteemed  ancestor,  then  a  young  and  handsome  man,  had 
left  the  villages  of  his  tribe,  and  gone  with  the  leading  men 
to  the  city  of  Charleston  to  hold  a  council  with  the  English 
governor. 

At  some  of  the  interviews  which  took  place,  the  governor's 
daughter,  a  young  lady  of  great  beauty  and  spirit,  contrived  to 
be  present.  She  had  conceived  a  violent  admiration  for  the 
Indian  character,  and  had  determined  to  bestow  herself  upon  some 
lord  of  the  forest.  She  took  occasion  one  evening  to  inform  her 
father  of  this  wish,  and  begged  him  to  select  for  her  a  suitable 
husband  from  the  noble  array  of  chiefs  then  in  Charleston. 
Ridicule,  argument,  entreaties,  and  tears  were  of  no  avail  to 
shake  the  resolute  girl  in  her  purpose. 

On  the  following  morning,  the  governor,  pale  from  loss  of 
sleep,  inquired  of  the  Indians  which  of  their  number  was  the 
most  expert  hunter.  Of  course  the  entire  company  pointed  out 
the  modest  young  warrior  who  was  destined  to  become  the 
grandfather  of  the  Prophet,  and  to  hand  down  to  his  descend- 
ant that  characteristic  modesty  which  was  so  conspicuously 
absent  from  the  latter.  After  further  interviews  with  his 
daughter,  the  governor  announced  to  the  council  of  Creeks  that 
his  daughter  was  disposed  to  marry  one  of  their  number.  Sig- 
nificantly pointing  toward  the  illustrious  individual  of  whom 
we  have  spoken,  he  announced  that  his  own  consent  was 
already  given. 

The  chiefs  were  naturally  incredulous.  Their  doubts,  how- 
ever, were  dispelled  by  the  earnestness  of  the  governor  and  the 
evident  anxiety  of  the  young  lady.  Satisfied  on  this  point,  the 
Creeks  at  once  began  to  labor  with  the  young  chief.  Their 
arguments,  re-enforced  by  his  native  gallantry,  soon  won  the 
day,  and  the  young  warrior  announced  his  satisfaction  with  the 
arrangement,  and  proceeded  to  give  the  young  lady  a  hearty 
embrace,  to  which  she  seemed  perfectly  agreeable.  He  was 
immediately  conducted  to  another  apartment,  where  he  was 


THE  TRUE  STORY  OF  THE  PROPHET, 


453 


disrobed  of  the  Indian  costume  by  a  train  of  black  servants 
and  clad  in  a  new  suit.  The  marriage  ceremony  was  at  once 
performed. 

The  Creeks  returned  to  their  homes,  but  the  young  warrior 
remained  in  Charleston  with  his  wife.  In  time  there  were  born 
to  him  two  daughters  and  a  son.  At  the  birth  of  the  latter, 
the  old  governor  caused  a  round  of  thirty  guns  to  be  fired.  At 
the  age  of  eight  years,  the  boy's  father  died,  and  he  was  taken 
charge  of  by  the  governor.  The  Creeks  frequently  visited  him. 
and  he  in  turn  from  time  to  time  was  permitted  to  make  long 
stays  among  the  people  of  his  father.  Gradually,  he  adopted 
their  dress,  customs,  and  language.  There  came  a  time  when 
he  refused  to  return  to  the  whites,  and  ever  afterward  lived 
among  the  Indians.      This,"  says  the  Prophet,  ''was  my  father." 

However  truly  our  friend  the  Prophet  foretold  the  future,  it 
is  certain  that  he  lied  about  the  past.  His  father  and  mother 
Avere,  in  all  probability,  of  the  purest  Shawanese  blood.  This 
tribe  was  the  most  restless  of  all  the  American  Indians.  Tra- 
dition says  that  they  are  the  descendants  of  the  famous  Eries. 
At  dilTerent  times  we  find  them  living  on  the  Susquehanna 
River;  at  the  Suwanee  River  in  Florida,  giving  their  name  to 
it;  on  the  Cumberland,  in  Kentucky;  in  the  Wyoming  valley, 
in  Pennsylvania,  and  on  the  Wabash  in  Indiana.  The  Proph- 
et's family  removed  from  Florida  to  the  north  side  of  the  Ohio 
River  about  the  middle  of  the  eighteenth  century. 

The  Prophet  was  the  youngest  of  six  sons.  He  passed  his 
boyhood  like  any  other  young  Indian,  in  the  wigwams  and 
hunting-grounds  of  his  people.  He  was  more  distinguished  for 
intrigue  and  craft  than  for  skill  as  a  hunter  or  bravery  as  a 
warrior.  He  was  a  great  braggart,  telling  no  end  of  yarns  of 
his  great  achievements.  Possessing  a  shrewd  insight  into  char- 
acter, and  never  missing  an  opportunity  to  impress  upon  his 
people  his  vast  importance  and  ability,  he,  in  spite  of  his  lazi- 
ness and  natural  cowardice,  managed  to  maintain  a  fairly  cred- 
itable position  in  his  tribe.   But  for  his  older  brother,  or  as  some 


454  INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 

will  have  it  his  twin,  known  everywhere  as  Tecumseh,  or  The 
Shooting  Star,  he  would  probably  have  remained  in  obscurity. 

Tecumseh  was  born  about  1768,  after  his  parents  had  re- 
moved to  Ohio.  His  father  s  death  occurring  when  he  was  but 
six  years  old,  he  was  placed  under  the  charge  of  his  eldest 

brother,  Cheeseekau.  The  lat- 
ter Avas  a  brave  man,  of  noble 
character.  His  chief  occupa- 
tion and  care  was  the  proper 
training  of  the  young  Tecum- 
seh, who  was  early  recognized 
as  the  hope  of  the  family.  It 
w^as  Cheeseekau  who  taught 
the  fatherless  boy  to  hunt,  who 
led  him  to  battle,  who  in- 
structed him  in  all  the  ath- 
letic exercises,  and  who,  by 
constant  and  zealous  Libor, 
imbued  his  mind  with  a  love 
for  truth,  a  ready  generosity, 
a  manly  courage  m  battle,  and  a  dignified  fortitude  in  suffering. 
It  was  Cheeseekau  wdio  taught  him,  while  but  a  boy,  to  use 
the  bow  and  arrow  w^ith  a  skill  Avhich  far  exceeded  that  pos- 
sessed by  any  other  Indian  boy  of  the  tribe.  It  was  this  same 
elder  brother  who  drilled  him  in  the  art  of  eloquence,  and  who 
wrought  into  his  mind  the  idea  which  afterwards  became  the 
inspiration  of  the  great  chieftain — the  idea  of  the  salvation  of 
his  people  from  the  white  man. 

There  were  other  children  of  this  interesting  family.  Of 
these  we  have  time  to  mention  only  Tecumseh's  sister,  Tecuma- 
pease.  She  was  sensible,  kind-hearted,  and  intelligent.  Between 
her  and  her  brother  there  existed  the  warmest  affection.  She 
was  always  his  favorite.  The  first  fruits  of  the  chas<3  belonged 
to  Tecumapease.  The  choicest  presents  of  the  w^hite  man  to 
Tecumseh  became  trophies  for  his  sister. 


THE  TRUE  STORY  OF  THE  PROPHET. 


Educated  by  the  care  of  his  elder  brotlier,  and  cherished  bj 
the  affection,  of  a  noble  sister,  Tecuuiseh  grew  to  manhood.  His 
ruling  passion,  even  in  his  earlier  years,  is  said  to  have  been 
war.  Among  his  companions  he  was  easily  the  leader.  Mimic 
combats  and  sham  battles  were  his  favorite  sports.  While  his 
brother,  the  Prophet,  remained  at  home  engaged  in  idle  and  dis- 
reputable intrigues,  Tecumseh  followed  the  hunters  in  their 
chase  and  the  war-parties  on  their  way  to  battle. 

As  may  be  imagined,  the  Indian  warfare  which  raged  during 
all  his  earlier  years  made  a  profound  impression  on  his  mind. 
In  childhood  he  sat  around  the  camp-fires,  and  with  earnest  look 
and  fascinated  attention  heard  the  stories  of  the  Indian  conflicts 
of  the  Hevolutionary  War.  The  battle  of  Point  Pleasant,  the 
murder  of  Cornstalk,  the  siege  of  Wheeling,  the  innumerable 
combats  which  took  place  around  the  block-houses  of  Kentucky, 
and  along  the  course  of  the  Ohio,  the  genius  of  Brant,  the  mas- 
sacre of  the  Moravian  Indians,  the  terrible  defeat  of  Crawford — 
these  were  the  things  which  formed  the  subjects  of  excited  dis- 
cussions around  the  camp-fires,  where  were  faithfully  reported, 
with  vivid  description  and  animated  gesture,  the  details  of  every 
combat.  These  were  the  things  upon  which  the  youthful  imag- 
ination of  Tecumseh  was  nourished. 

In  his  lonel}'  chase  he  revolved  in  his  mind  the  things  which 
he  had  heard.  With  clenched  fist  and  determined  countenance, 
he  brooded  over  the  wrongs  of  the  white  man  to  his  people. 
There  came  to  him.  too,  stories  of  the  great  Pontiac  and  his 
wonderful  conspirac}' — the  plan  a  ruin,  and  its  creator  an  out- 
cast before  Tecumseh  had  drawn  the  breath  of  life. 

The  years  passed  by,  and  the  terrible  warfare  with  the  white 
man  raged  without  abatement.  In  this,  as  a  matter  of  course, 
Tecumseh  took  a  part.  He  is  said  to  have  fled  in  fright  during 
the  first  battle  at  which  he  was  present.  The  same  story  is 
related  of  Frederick  the  Great.  Certain  it  is  that  Tecumseh 
never  again  was  guilty  of  any  such  weakness.  At  another  time 
he  participated  in  an  attack  on  a  boat  descending  the  Ohio  River. 


'A5o  INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 

After  the  battle  a  captive  was  burned  to  death.  Tecumseh 
had  never  seen  any  thing  of  the  kind  before.  He  broke  forth 
into  a  storm  of  denunciation  at  the  fiendish  practice.  From 
that  time  forth  no  prisoners  were  burned  by  any  war  party  of 
which  Tecumseh  was  a  member. 

When  he  was  nineteen  years  of  age  Tecumseh  and  Cheesee- 
kau  took  a  long  journey  to  the  south.  This  the  elder  brother 
believed  would  tend  to  enlarge  the  understanding  of  his  pupil, 
and  enrich  his  expanding  mind  with  general  ideas.  Their  trav- 
els reached  as  far  as  the  Creek  country.  There  they  found  the 
Cherokees  engaged  in  a  war  with  the  whites. 

The  two  brothers  from  the  hunting  grounds  of  the  north  at 
once  enlisted  in  the  struggle.  In  an  attack  on  a  certain  fort 
Cheeseekau  led  the  charge.  Just  before  the  attack  he  told  his 
followers  that  in  the  conflict  he  would  be  shot  in  the  forehead 
and  killed.  The  thing  turned  out  as  he  had  prophesied.  He 
fell,  pierced  by  a  bullet  midway  between  the  eyes.  As  he  sank, 
mortally  wounded,  upon  the  battle-field,  he  exclaimed  with  his 
expiring  breath,  "Happy  am  I  to  thus  fall  in  battle,  and  not 
die  in  a  wigwam  like  an  old  squaw."  The  Indians,  panic- 
stricken  at  the  fall  of  their  leader,  as  well  as  at  the  fulfillment 
of  the  prophecy,  fled  in  all  directions. 

Tecumseh  seems  to  have  suddenly  become  a  man.  The 
death  of  his  brother  threw  him  at  once  on  his  own  resources. 
The  band  of  warriors  who  had  followed  Cheeseekau  all  the  way 
from  the  north,  chose  Tecumseh  as  their  leader.  To  show  him- 
self worthy  of  this  honor  Tecumseh  took  ten  men  and  went  to 
the  nearest  white  settlement,  attacked  and  killed  all  the  men, 
and  took  the  women  and  children  prisoners.  He  remained  two 
years  in  the  south,  learning  many  languages,  and  becoming 
acquainted  with  many  chiefs.  During  most  of  this  time  he  was 
engaged  in  the  warfare  with  the  white  man.  No  expedition  or 
foray  was  thought  complete  without  Tecumseh.  His  military 
genius  won  him  great  renown.  One  night  Tecumseh,  with  a 
dozen  warriors,  was  encamped  on  the  Alabama  River.    All  of 


THE  TRUE  ilORY  OF  THE  FROFHET.  7 


the  men  had  lain  down  for  the  night  except  Tecumseh.  who 
was  dressing  some  meat  by  the  fire.  At  that  moment  the  camp 
was  attacked  by  thirty  white  men.  With  a  shrill  cry  Tecumseh 
roused  every  warrior  to  his  feet.  Their  leader  at  their  head, 
the  Indians  rushed  furiously  toward  a  certain  point  in  the  cir- 
cle formed  by  their  foes.  Two  white  men  were  killed  outright, 
and  the  others,  giving  way  before  the  impetuous  charge,  suffered 
Tecumseh  and  his  band  to  break  through,  and  make  their  way 
to  their  boats.  -  ' 

At  the  end  of  two  vears  the  voumr  Tecumseh.  now  renowned 
for  his  martial  feats,  returned  to  his  own  people.  He  arrived 
in  time  to  take  part  in  the  defeat  of  General  St.  Clair.  In  the 
war  during  1794,  when  General  Wayne  led  hi-  triumphant  expe- 
dition into  the  heart  of  the  Indian  country.  Tecumseh  became 
quite  prominent  for  a  young  chief.  He  joined  in  an  Indian 
attack  on  Fort  Recovery.  Xinety  riflemen  and  fifty  dragoons, 
having  just  escorted  a  supply  train  to  the  fort,  were  returning 
to  the  main  army.  Upon  these  the  Indians  precipitated  them- 
selves with  great  fury.  Xumbers  of  the  white  men  Avere  killed, 
and  the  rest  fled  toward  the  fort,  and  many  succeeded  in  reach- 
inc[  it.  The  Indians  then  attacked  the  fort,  but  after  two  davs 
withdrew  Avithout  having  effected  their  object. 

Tecumseh  was  also  present  at  the  battle  of  Fallen  Timbers, 
a  name  which  it  took  from  the  fact  that  the  battle-field  was 
covered  with  fallen  forest  trees.  Avrecked  by  some  tornado. 
AU  the  Avorld  knows  that  in  this  battle  Mad  Anthony  AVayne 
crushed  the  Indian  powers  of  the  Ohio  valley.  One  incident 
shows  that  Tecumseh  was  still  young.  In  the  excitement  of 
the  fray  he  rammed  a  bullet  into  his  2uni  without  first  insertincr 
a  charge  of  powder,  thus  losing  the  use  of  the  Aveapon.  Driven 
to  the  rear  by  the  advancing  enemy,  he  obtained  a  foAvling-piece. 
which  he  used  Avith  considerable  effect.  As  the  Indians  began 
to  fly  he  exerted  all  his  influence  and  every  effort  to  rally  them, 
and  tAvice  succeeded  in  making  a  stand  Avith  a  handful  of  Sh?iAv- 
anese.    At  last  he.  with  the  others,  was  compelled  to  retreat. 


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INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


Tecumseh  did  not  attend  the  peace  council  at  Greenville. 
He  remained  at  home  in  his  wigwam,  sullen  and  angry.  In  the 
following  year  he  gathered  about  him  a  band  of  followers,  call- 
ing himself  its  chief.  This  new  tribe  was  migratory,  like  all 
the  Shawanese.  One  crop  of  corn  was  raised  on  the  shores  of 
the  great  Miami,  another  was  raised  near  the  Whitewater  River. 
In  1798,  the  Delawares,  residing  on  White  River,  in  Indiana, 
invited  Tecumseh  and  his  tribe  to  come  and  dwell  with  them. 
This  invitation  was  accepted,  and  for  several  years  Tecumseh 
kept  his  head-quarters  at  that  place. 

Numberless  incidents  are  related  of  Tecumseh  about  this 
time.  He  was  a  great  hunter,  partly  as  a  matter  of  sport, 
and  partly  because  it  enabled  him  to  give  the  highly  prized 
venison  to  the  sick  and  poor  of  his  tribe.  One  day  a  crowd  of 
young  Shawanese  wagered  him  that  each  of  them  could  kill 
as  many  deer  in  a  three  days'  hunt  as  he.  Tecumseh  quietly 
accepted  the  challenge,  and  the  hunters  made  their  preparations 
that  evening  for  a  start  before  daylight.  The  three  days  ran 
by,  and  the  crowd  of  boasters  once  more  assembled  around  the 
camp-fire  of  their  village.  The  largest  number  of  deer-skins 
brought  in  by  any  one  brave  was  twelve.  Tecumseh  brought 
with  him  thirty. 

In  1803,  Captain  Herrod,  wdio  lived  sixteen  miles  north-west 
of  Chillicothe,  while  felling  a  tree  in  the  forest,  was  shot  by  an 
unknown  foe.  Herrod  was  greatly  beloved,  and  the  whole 
valley  of  the  Scioto  was  thrown  into  a  panic.  Bands  of  white 
men,  suspecting  the  murder  to  have  been  the  work  of  an  Indian, 
organized  for  revenge.  Wawillaway,  an  old  Shawanese  chief, 
and  a  great  friend  of  the  whites,  was  returning  from  one  of  the 
settlements  where  he  had  been  trading  his  skins.  At  a  spot  in 
the  forest,  near  the  cabin  of  a  hunter  named  Wolf,  Wawillaway, 
a  brave  and  intelligent  Indian,  and  much  respected  by  the 
whites,  was  confronted  by  Wolf  and  his  hired  man.  The  Indian 
shook  hands  with  the  men  cordially,  and  was  greeted  in  the 
same  manner.    The  trio  smoked  the  peace  pipe,  and  violence  on 


CAPTURE  OF  BOONE  BY  THE  INDIANS. 


460 


THE  TRUE  STORY  OF  THE  PROPHET. 


either  side  seemed  not  to  be  thought  of.  After  a  while  Wolf 
proposed  that  they  trade  guns.  While  examining  the  Indian's 
weapon,  the  white  man  secretly  removed  the  priming  and  then 
handed  it  back,  saying  he  would  not  trade.  Wolf's  manner 
then  changed,  and  he  asked  Wawillaway  if  the  Indians  had 
begun  war.  "  No,  no,"  said  the  chief,  "  the  Indians  and  white 
men  are  now  all  brothers."  The  conversation  then  turned  on 
the  murder  of  Herrod,  of  which  Wawillaway  had  not  heard. 
Wolf  charged  that  it  was  the  work  of  the  Indians.  The  chief 
replied  that  he  might  have  been  killed  by  some  white  enemy. 
He  then  shook  hands,  and  turned  to  go,  when  Wolf  fired  from 
behind,  inflicting  a  mortal  wound.  The  brave  ShaAvanese  turned 
upon  his  assailants,  killed  one,  and  wounded  the  other.  Ex- 
hausted by  his  efforts,  and  mortally  wounded,  he  fell  dead. 

This  occurrence  operated  to  inflame  the  whole  country,  and 
a  frontier  war  seemed  imminent.  A  company  of  prominent 
citizens,  in  the  hope  of  quieting  matters,  rode  to  Greenville, 
Ohio,  in  the  Indian  country,  where  they  found  Tecumseh  with 
a  large  body  of  Indians.  A  council  was  held,  and  the  whites 
candidly  related  all  the  circumstances  connected  with  the  mur- 
der of  Wawillaway.  After  some  hesitation,  the  Indians  accepted 
the  explanation,  and  declared  their  intention  of  abiding  by  the 
treaty  of  Greenville.  This,  however,  was  not  enough.  Tecum- 
seh agreed  to  go  to  Chillicothe  and  exert  his  influence  in  behalf 
of  peace.  In  the  council  held  at  that  place  Tecumseh  fulfilled 
his  promise  in  a  speech  of  great  power  and  eloquence,  which 
effectually  quieted  the  disturbance. 

One  incident  connected  with  the  murder  of  Wawillaway 
deserves  mention.  His  two  sons  vowed  vengeance  upon  Wolf. 
The  latter  fled  to  Kentucky,  and  employed  an  agent  to  nego- 
tiate with  his  enemies.  After  much  debate  and  delay,  the  two 
Indians  agreed,  for  the  consideration  of  a  horse  and  a  new 
saddle,  bridle,  and  gun  apiece,  to  bury  the  hatchet.  On  an 
appointed  day,  the  settlers  from  far  and  near  came  together  to 
witness  the  fulfillment  of  this  contract.    In  the  midst  of  a 


INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


461 


hollow  square  stood  Wolf,  with  his  horses  and  their  trappings. 
Opposite  him  stood  the  two  young  Indians.  The  latter  lifted 
their  hands  toward  heaven,  calling  on  the  Great  Spirit  to  avenge 
the  wrong  which  they  had  suffered,  and  at  the  same  time  to  wit- 
ness the  sincerity  of  their  forgiveness  of  their  father's  murderer. 
They  took  Wolf  by  the  hand,  and  the  three  sat  down  together 
to  smoke  the  calumet  of  peace.  The  two  parties  to  this  singular 
contract  were  good  friends  ever  afterward. 

It  is  to  another  class  of  events,  however,  that  we  must  look 
to  get  glimpses  of  the  motives  and  ideas  of  Tecnmseh's  interior 
life  at  this  time.  The  early  tendency  of  his  mind  to  dwell  upon 
the  wrongs  of  the  w^iite  man  against  his  race  expressed  itself  in 
a  long  study  of  the  problem  as  to  how  the  ruin  of  the  red  man 
and  his  impending  extinction  might  be  averted.  Tecumseh  did 
not  talk  much.  He  kept  himself  in  the  background.  While 
the  records  of  these  years  abound  with  the  names  of  Blue 
Jacket,  The  Owl,  and  Turkey  Foot,  that  of  Tecumseh  is  not 
mentioned.  There  is  evidence  to  show  that  his  mind  w^as 
actively  employed  on  the  great  subject  which  we  have  mentioned. 

Things  were  constantly  occurring  to  give  him  food  for 
thought.  The  Indian  wars  were  over,  but  the  outrages  and 
wrongs  continued.  In  1801  William  Henry  Harrison  was 
appointed  governor  of  that  portion  of  the  North-west  Territory 
known  as  Indiana.  At  the  very  first  talk  which  the  new  gov- 
ernor had  with  his  Indian  constituency,  the  latter  had  no  less 
than  six  murders  by  white  men  to  complain  of,  the  murderers 
having  gone  ^^unwhipt  of  justice."  One  of  the  cases  bore  heav- 
ily upon  the  minds  of  the  Indians.  Two  warriors,  a  squaw^,  and 
some  children  had  been  hunting  on  Blue  River,  when  their 
camp  was  discovered  by  three  white  men,  who  approached  as 
friends,  and  were  hospitably  entertained.  At  an  opportune 
moment  the  villainous  visitors  had  murdered  the  whole  party 
of  Indians,  made  off  with  their  property,  and  boasted  of  their 
feat  in  the  white  settlements  without  fear  of  punishment. 

The  able  and  interesting  communications  of  Governor  Harri- 


462 


THE  TRUE  STORY  OF  THE  PROPHET. 


son  are  fall  of  details  as  to  the  irritation  between  the  whites 
and  the  Indians.  Besides  these  open  outrages,  the  poor  Indians 
suffered  in  many  ways.  Six  thousand  gallons  of  whisky  were 
sold  each  year  to  the  Indians  upon  the  Wabash,  who  scarcely 
numbered  six  hundred  warriors.  "  EA^ery  horror  is  produced/' 
says  Governor  Harrison,  "among  these  unhappy  people  by  their 
intercourse  with  the  whites.  This  is  so  certain  that  I  can  at 
onct  tell,  upon  looking  at  an  Indian  whom  I  chance  to  meet, 
whether  he  belongs  to  a  neighboring  or  more  distant  tribe.  The 
latter  is  generally  Avell  clothed,  healthy,  and  vigorous,  the  for- 
mer half  naked,  filthy,  and  enfeebled  by  intoxication ;  and  many 
of  them  without  arms,  excepting  a  knife,  which  they  carry  for 
the  most  villainous  purposes." 

Among  the  many  murders  committed  was  one  at  a  tavern, 
where  a  white  man  and  an  Indian,  who  were  drinking  together, 
got  into  a  quarrel.  Another  white  man  took  the  Indian  aw^iy 
to  a  distant  house  to  keep  him  till  he  sobered  off.  The  man 
with  whom  he  had  quarreled  procured  a  cudgel,  proceeded  to 
the  house,  forced  open  the  door  of  the  room  where  the  Indian 
lay,  and  beat  him  to  death  with  a  club.  The  murderer  was 
arrested,  tried,  made  no  attempt  at  defense,  and  yet  the  jury 
of  white  men,  although  the  facts  of  the  murder  were  proved 
without  contradiction  or  question,  brought  in  a  verdict  in  five 
minutes  of  "not  guilty,"  simply  on  the  ground  that  the  victim 
was  an  Indian. 

It  is  not  to  be  forgotten  that  agents  of  the  British  Gov- 
ernment continually  circulated  among  the  Indians,  promising 
help  from  England  in  case  they  would  make  war  upon  the 
whites.  This  was  also  an  important  factor  in  the  problem 
which  was  being  worked  out  by  Tecumseh.  From  childhood 
he  had  been  taught  to  regard  the  great  Pontiac  as  the  fore- 
most of  all  the  Indian  leaders  of  the  past,  and  he  did  not  fail 
to  see  that  as  Pontiac's  scheme  hinged  upon  the  assistance  of 
France,  so  his  own  plans  might  be  confidently  formed  with 
regard  to  help  from  England. 


INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


463 


The  assumption  of  prophetic  powers  by  Tecumseh's  brother, 
the  Prophet,  in  1805,  was  in  some  way  intimately  connected 
with  Tecumseh's  plans.  The  chief,  assisted  by  the  smaller  cun- 
ning of  his  brother,  and  thoroughly  understanding  the  Indian 
character,  saw  that  for  the  purpose  of  laying  hold  of  the  hearts 
and  minds  of  the  Indians ;  of  uniting  scattered  and  broken  tribes 
in  the  execution  of  a  single  great  enterprise ;  of  the  revival  of 
the  spirit  of  his  people,  among  whom  the  effects  of  Wayne's 
victory  in  the  battle  of  Fallen  Timbers  were  still  painfully  man- 
ifest, and  of  the  rallying  of  a  wide  and  enthusiastic  following, 
the  Indians  could  be  approached  in  no  way  so  successfully 
as  through  their  superstitions.  Speaking  strictly,  Tec-umseh's 
brother  was  an  Indian  Mohammed. 

So  the  Prophet  changed  his  name.  He  preached  that  he 
was  the  Anointed  of  the  Grreat  Spirit  to  reform  the  manners  of 
the  red  men.  All  the  innovations  in  dress  and  habits  which 
they  had  learned  from  the  white  men  must  be  abandoned.  Call- 
ing together  a  large  assembly  in  northern  Ohio  of  Indians  from 
many  tribes,  he,  in  the  presence  of  this  company,  made  an  offi- 
cial announcement  of  his  doctrines.  He  denounced  witchcraft 
and  drunkenness.  He  said  that  he  had  been  carried  up  into 
the  clouds,  and  had  been  shown  the  dwelling-place  of  the  devil. 
Here  he  had  seen  the  multitudes  of  those  who  had  died  drunk- 
ards in  their  eternal  home.  From  the  mouth  of  every  one  of 
them  proceeded  flames  of  fire. 

When  he  was  questioned  as  to  wdiether  he  was  not  a  drunk- 
ard himself,  he  admitted  the  truth,  but  said  that  the  fright  from 
his  vision  prevented  him  from  drinking  any  more.  He  attacked 
the  practice  of  Indian  women  marrying  white  men,  and  also 
the  growing  tendency  toward  individual  property.  He  pro- 
claimed celestial  rewards  for  all  who  would  become  his  follow- 
ers, and  boldly  laid  claim  to  the  power  of  foretelling  future 
events,  curing  sickness,  preventing  death  on  the  battle-field,  and 
working  all  sorts  of  miracles. 

The  Prophet  was  a  first-rnte  orator,  though  wanting  in  the 


TTvCUMSKH  AS  A  DEER  HUNTER. 


THE  TRUE  STORY  OF  THE  PROPHET. 


465 


courage  and  truthfulness  of  his  brother.  President  Jefferson 
wrote  of  him  as  follows  : 

"  The  Wabash  Prophet  is  more  rogue  than  fool,  if  to  be  a 
rogue  is  not  the  greatest  of  all  follies.  He  rose  to  notice  while 
I  was  in  the  administration,  and  became  of  course  a  proper 
subject  for  me.  The  inquiry  was  made  with  diligence.  His 
declared  object  was  the  reformation  of  his  red  brethren  and 
their  return  to  their  pristine  manners  of  living.  He  pretended 
to  be  in  constant  communication  with  the  Grreat  Spirit;  that  he 
was  instructed  by  him  to  make  known  to  the  Indians  that  they 
were  created  by  him,  distinct  from  the  whites,  of  different 
natures,  for  different  purposes,  and  placed  under  different  cir- 
cumstances adapted  to  their  nature  and  destinies ;  that  they 
must  return  from  all  the  ways  of  the  whites  to  the  habits  and 
opinions  of  their  forefathers ;  they  must  not  eat  the  flesh  of 
hogs,  of  bullocks,  of  sheep,  etc.,  the  deer  and  the  buffalo  having 
been  created  for  their  food.  They  must  not  bake  bread  of 
wheat,  but  of  Indian  corn ;  they  must  not  wear  linen  nor 
woolen,  but  must  dress  like  their  fathers,  in  the  skins  and  furs 
of  animals ;  they  must  not  drink  ardent  spirits,  and  I  do  not 
remember  whether  he  extended  his  inhibitions  to  the  gun  and 
gunpowder  in  favor  of  the  bow  and  arrow. 

"I  concluded  from  all  this  that  he  was  a  visionary,  envel- 
oped in  their  antiquities,  and  vainly  endeavoring  to  lead  back 
his  brethren  to  the  fancied  beatitudes  of  their  golden  age.  I 
thought  there  was  little  danger  of  his  making  many  proselytes 
from  the  habits  and  comforts  they  had  learned  from  the  whites 
to  the  hardships  and  privations  of  savagism,  and  no  great  harm 
if  he  did.  But  his  followers  increased  until  the  British  thought 
him  worth  corrupting,  and  found  him  corruptible.  I  suppose 
his  views  were  then  changed,  but  his  proceedings  in  consequence 
of  them  were  after  I  left  the  administration,  and  are  therefore 
unknown  to  me  ;  nor  have  I  ever  been  informed  what  were  the 
particular  acts  on  his  part  which  produced  an  actual  commence- 
ment of  hostilities  on  ours.    I  have  no  doubt,  however,  that  the 


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INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


subsequent  are  but  a  chapter  apart,  like  that  of  Hemy  and 
Lord  Liverpool  in  the  book  of  the  kings  of  England." 

At  first  the  following  of  the  Prophet  was  small,  but  supersti- 
tion is  always  ready  to  take  up  with  new  leaders.  The  bolder 
the  imposition,  the  more  followers  it  finds.  As  the  stories  of  the 
Prophet  passed  from  mouth  to  mouth,  the  wonders  ascribed  to  him 
grew  with  lightning  rapidity.  As  the  tales  were  borne  to  the  far 
off  shores  of  Lake  Superior,  miracles  of  the  most  prodigious  pro- 
portions were  related.  Still  such  reports  were  not  confined  to  dis- 
tant tribes.  The  people  in  the  very  next  wigwam  to  the  Prophet's 
would  affirm  with  dogged  obstinacy,  bold  faces,  and  invincible 
positiveness  the  details  of  wonders  which  the  Prophet  had 
wrought,  and  wdiich  they  themselves  had  witnessed.  Perhaps 
an  explanation  for  this  may  be  found  in  the  fact  that,  hearing 
others  relate  stories  of  the  Prophet's  miracles,  which  their  cred- 
ulous minds  believed,  they,  in  turn,  not  wishing  to  be  behind  the 
rest,  thought  it  necessary  to  bear  testimony  to  wonders  them- 
selves. Li  fact,  the  nearer  they  were  to  the  Prophet,  and  the 
closer  their  relations  with  him,  the  keener  would  be  their  pique 
if  they  had  had  no  stories  to  tell.  So  each  of  the  Prophet's 
followers  strove  to  surpass  the  rest  in  the  tales  which  he  could 
tell  of  supernatural  occurrences. 

All  this  sort  of  thing,  it  will  be  observed,  has  for  its  foun- 
dation a  belief  that  miracles  did  occur ;  in  short,  in  their  possi- 
bility and  reality  as  a  general  thing,  the  only  question  being  as 
to  the  particular  details.  If  such  a  belief  in  the  possibility  of 
the  miracles,  and  in  the  fact  that  they  really  were  occurring, 
had  been  absent  from  the  Prophet's  followers,  it  is  evident  that 
the  above  explanation  would  be  incorrect.  Some  other  reason 
would  have  to  be  found  to  account  for  the  existence  of  the  tes- 
timony to  his  miracles.  Perhaps  it  would  not  be  necessary  to 
go  farther  in  such  a  ease  than  to  say  that  the  stories  were  lies. 
In  the  present  instance,  however,  there  can  be  no  doubt  that 
the  followers  of  the  Prophet  belieA^ed  him  to  be  an  actual 
miracle  worker,  the   only  fjiicst'on  in  their  minds,  if  there 


THE  TRUE  STORY  OF  THE  PROPHET. 


467 


was  any  at  all,  being  as  to  what  particular  miracles  he  had 
wrought. 

It  is  the  invariable  course  of  history  for  Superstition  to  go 
hand  in  hand  with  her  sisters,  Intolerance  and  Persecution. 
Such  was  the  case  with  the  Prophet.  He  instituted  a  persecu- 
tion against  witchcraft.  An  old  woman  was  denounced  as  a 
witch  by  him,  and  she  was  called  upon  repeatedly  to  give  up 
her  charm  and  medicine-bag.  She  was  put  to  the  stake  and 
burned.  In  her  fearful  agony,  hoping  for  relief,  she  screamed 
out  that  her  grandson  had  her  charm.  This  accusation,  instead 
of  saving  her,  resulted  in  the  young  Indi-an,  who  was  out  hunt- 
ing, being  forthwith  pursued  and  arrested.  He  confessed  that 
he  had  borrowed  the  charm,  and  by  means  of  it  had  flown 
through  the  air  over  Kentucky  to  the  banks  of  the  Mississippi, 
and  back  again,  before  bed-time.  He  insisted,  however,  that 
he  had  returned  the  charm  to  his  grandmother,  and  was  finally 
released. 

On  the  following  day  an  old  chief  named  Teteboxti  was 
accused  of  being  a  wizard.  Knowing  that  his  doom  was  fixed, 
the  old  man  arrayed  himself  in  his  finest  clothes,  and  confronted 
the  grim  circle  of  inquisitors  in  the  council-house.  The  trial 
was  speedy.  The  sentence  w^as  passed.  The  old  chief  calmly 
assisted  in  the  construction  of  his  own  funeral  pile.  Touched 
by  his  white  hairs,  the  council  became  merciful.  They  voted 
to  tomahawk  him  and  burn  his  body  afterwards.  This  was 
done.    Many  others  met  the  same  fate. 

When  Governor  Harrison  heard  of  the  witchcraft  delusion 
and  the  far-reaching  influence  of  the  Prophet,  he  was  justly 
alarmed.  No  one  knew  better  than  he  the  sway  of  superstition 
among  ignorant  minds.  He  knew  that,  although  the  Indians 
had  been  quiet  for  ten  years,  and  could  be  roused  by  the  call 
of  no  ordinary  leader,  nevertheless  deceived  by  a  mask  of 
religion,  they  might  once  more  plunge  the  frontiers  into  bloody 
war.  He  wrote  them  a  most  earnest  letter,  urging  them  to 
drive  out  the  Prophet,  and  boldly  asserting  that  the  latter  was 


468  INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 

a  fraud.  He  told  the  Indians  that  the  pretender  could  work 
no  miracles.  "Ask  of  him  to  cause  the  sun  to  stand  still,  the 
moon  to  alter  its  course,  the  rivers  to  cease  to  flow,  or  the  dead 
to  rise  from  their  graA^es." 

The  Prophet  took  the  governor  at  his  word.  He  announced 
that  on  a  certain  day  he  would  cause  darkness  to  cover  the  sun. 
By  some  means  he  had  learned  that  a  total  eclipse  of  the  sun 
would  occur  on  a  certain  day.  The  reports  of  the  prophecy 
spread  to  a  thousand  villages. 

On  the  appointed  day  a  vast  assemblage  of  Indians  from 
far  and  near  gathered  to  witness  the  miracle.  They  were 
arranged  in  a  great  circle.  Painted  Ottawas,  wild  Ojibwas, 
fierce  Dacotahs,  ugly  Kickapoos,  and  curious  Illinois,  as  well  as 
numbers  from  nearer  tribes,  w^ere  there.  Over  the  multitude 
hung  a  deathlike  silence.  The  rattling  tongues  of  the  squaws 
were  hushed,  and  the  cheeks  of  the  boldest  warriors  were 
blanched  with  unnatural  pallor. 

An  hour  before  noon  the  Prophet,  dressed  with  dazzling 
magnificence,  came  out  of  his  wigwam,  and  strode  with  slow 
and  stately '  steps  toward  the  center  of  the  circle.  A  slight 
buzz  of  apprehension  went  through  the  assembly.  A  few 
Indian  youths  ran  from  one  point  to  another,  carrying  messages 
and  perfecting  details.  At  last  all  was  ready.  The  Prophet 
rose.  Extending  his  right  arm  and  turning  his  face  toward  the 
heavens,  he  pronounced  an  unintelligible  incantation.  As  he 
proceeded  a  disc  of  darkness  w^as  observed  to  be  slowly  appear- 
ing upon  the  edge  of  the  sun.  The  eyes  of  the  vast  assemblage 
were  turned  from  the  Prophet  toward  the  phenomenon.  As  the 
moments  progressed  the  dark  spot  enlarged.  There  was  a  pei- 
ceptible  diminution  of  light. 

An  hour  went  by.  The  Prophet  still  continued  his  diablarie. 
The  landscape,  before  so  sunny,  took  on  somber  hues  of  brown. 
The  air  was  close  and  still.  It  grew  darker  and  darker.  The 
multitude  was  thrilled  with  awe.  They  clung  closely  to  one 
another.    Not  a  few  believed  that  the  end  of  the  world  was  at 


THE  TRUE  STORY  OF  THE  PROPHET. 


469 


hand.  The  deep  shadows,  the  darkened  air,  the  increasing 
obscurity,  which  at  sunset  would  have  attracted  no  attention, 
occurring  in  the  middle  of  the  day,  with  the  sun  in  high  heaven, 
seemed  portentous  and  awful.  The  Prophet  alone  remained 
calm  and  unmoved.  At  the  moment  of  total  eclipse,  he  cried 
out  in  a  loud  voice,  "  Behold !  did  I  not  prophesy  truly  ?" 

The  reports  of  this  miracle  gave  a  wonderful  impulse  to  the 
cause  of  the  Prophet.  Tecumseh  now  appeared  on  the  scene « 
He  took  care  to  lend  the  aid  of  his  powerful  name  and  influ- 
ence to  the  Prophet  by  an  ostentatious  reverence.  The  latter 
returned  the  compliment  by  pointing  out  Tecumseh  as  the 
leader  chosen  by  the  Great  Spirit  to  save  the  red  man.  Thus 
these  two  brothers  acted  Avell  their  parts.  With  Tecumseh  to 
do  the  heavy  tragedy,  and  the  Prophet  to  shift  the  scenes  and 
throw  on  the  red  lights,  the  drama,  proceeded  well.  The 
Indians  were  fired  with  f^maticism  and  military  enthusiasm. 

The  whites  were  alarmed.  The  ever-increasing  throng  of 
savages  about  Tecumseh  and  his  brother  seemed  ready  to  break 
out  into  violence.  At  a  council  in  Ohio,  Tecumseh  made  a 
three  hours'  speech.  He  reviewed  all  the  treaties  with  the  white 
men,  and  undertook  to  prove  their  nullity.  Evmy  appeal  which 
could  rouse  the  passions  of  his  foUowers  and  stir  their  hearts 
with  bitterness  and  hostility  was  made.  The  orator  hurled  a 
bold  defiance  against  the  enemies  of  his  people..  The  Indians 
who  were  present,  excited  by  his  fiery  eloquence,  were  unable 
to  keep  their  seats. 

While  Tecumseh's  influence  was  rising  at  home,  the  fame  of 
the  Prophet  was  spreading  abroad.  In  a  village  of  the  Ojib- 
was,  on  Lake  Superior,  was  an  unfortunate  captive  named  John 
Tanner.  He  afterwards  escaped,  and  related  that  one  day  a 
strange  Indian  arrived  in  the  village.  For  days  he  preserved 
the  most  mysterious  silence.  Then  he  told  them  that  he  was 
a  messenger  from  the  great  Shawanese  Prophet.  On  a  certain 
day  the  Indians  assembled  in  their  council-house.  In  the  midst 
of  the  room  stood  an  object  in  form  and  size  something  like  a 


470 


INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


prostrate  man.  Over  it  was  thrown  a  blanket.  The  stranger 
carried  four  strings  of  beads,  said  to  be  made  from  the  flesh  of 
the  Prophet.  Each  Indian  in  the  assembly  took  hold  of  these 
beads,  and  by  this  act  adopted  the  new  religion.  They  also, 
though  with  reluctance,  gave  up  their  medicine-bags. 

The  more  fanatical  of  the  Indians  went  to  dwell  with  the 
Prophet.  In  this  movement  we  see  a  new  proof  that  the  laws 
of  society,  whether  civilized  or  barbarous,  are  the  same.  This 
great  religious  uprising  among  the  Indians,  and  the  Avar  which 
followed  it,  were  parallel  to  such  religious  wars  as  those  of 
Mohammed  and  of  many  another  leader.  Religion,  the  very 
genius  of  which  is  peace,  has  more  often  than  any  thing  else 
been  the  cloak  of  the  great  soldier. 

The  Indians,  followers  of  Tecumseh  and  the  Prophet,  who 
had  taken  up  their  residence  oh  the  banks  of  the  Wabash,  at 
a  village  called  "  The  Prophet's  Town,"  soon  began  to  mingle 
warlike  exercises  with  their  religious  devotions.  The  great 
plan  to  which  Tecumseh  had  devoted  all  his  genius  and  ener- 
gies was  nothing  less  than  a  mighty  confederation  of  the  Indian 
tribes  of  the  continent,  who  were  to  unite  and  drive  the  white 
men  beyond  the  Alleghanies. 

As  the  great  scheme  had  taken  shape  in  his  mind  its  form 
became  less  and  less  that  of  a  mere  temporary  alliance,  such  as 
the  immortal  Pontiac  had  sought;  and  more  and  more  that  of  a 
"great  and  permanent  confederation,  an  empire  of  red  men,  of 
which  Tecumseh  should  be  the  leader  and  emperor."  For 
four  years  he  traveled  incessantly  in  the  propagation  of  his 
enterprise.  Now  he  visited  the  farthest  extremities  of  Lake 
Superior.  At  another  time  he  traversed  the  unknown  regions 
beyond  the  Mississippi.  Again  he  labored  with  the  Creeks, 
securing  Hed  Eagle  as  his  most  illustrious  convert. 

The  United  States  Government  was  alarmed.  It  was 
reported  in  the  spring  of  1810  that  Tecumseh  controlled 
more  than  sixteen  hundred  warriors.  It  was  evident  that  the 
exposed  settlements  in  Indiana  were  in  danger.    Shortly,  faith- 


THE  TRUE  STORY  OF  THE  PROPHET. 


4:71 


fill  scouts  reported  that  Tecumseh  s  following  numbered  three 
thousand  warriors. 

Many  messages,  threatening  on  the  part  of  Governor  Harri- 
son, deceitful  or  defiant  on  the  part  of  Tecumseh.  passed  back 
and  forth.  There  were  frequent  councils.  The  Indian  chief, 
with  forty  braves,  visited  Yincennes  to  have  a  talk  with  Gov- 
ernor Harrison.  After  much  singular  dancing  and  conjuring, 
Tecumseh  began  the  council.  He  demanded  that  the  "  Seven- 
teen Fires,""  as  he  called  the  United  States,  give  up  the  lands 
which  they  claimed  by  virtue  of  treaties  Avith  separate  tribes. 
He  boldly  announced  that  he  intended  to  go  to  war  unless  this 
was  done.  To  these  demands  Governor  Harrison  replied  with 
definite  refusals.  Tecumseh  became  so  angry,  that  the  peace 
talk  came  near  ending  in  a  free  fight.  An  adjournment  to  the 
following  day  operated  to  rjuiet  matters  somewhat. 

This  council  was  held  on  the  12th  of  August.  1810.  It 
broke  up.  leaving  the  Indians  irritated  and  defiant  and  the  wliite 
people  of  Yincennes  alarmed  and  apprehensive.  As  the  }"ear 
progressed,  evidences  of  Indian  hostility  became  more  frecjuent. 
Horses  were  stolen.  Here  and  thei'e  murders  were  committed. 
The  Indians,  in  the  spring  of  1811,  captured  a  boat  filled  with 
salt.  It  had  been  sent  up  the  AVabash  for  distribution  among  all 
the  tribes.  In  the  previous  year  the  Prophet  had  refused  to 
take  any  salt,  sending  an  insulting  message  to  Governor  Harri- 
son. This  }'ear  he  was  wiser.  He  took  all  the  salt,  including 
not  only  his  own.  but  that  which  belonged  to  a  dozen  other 
tribes.  At  a  council  held  afterward.  Tecumseh  hissed  out  to 
General  Harrison  that  ,  he  was  hard  to  please,  and  that  he  was 
angry  at  one  time  because  the  Indians  took  no  salt  and  another 
year  because  they  did  take  it. 

The  good  people  at  Yincennes  lived  in  the  shadow  of  a  con- 
stant fear.  They  knew  that  Tecumseh  might,  at  any  time, 
launch  his  fleet  of  light  canoes  at  the  Prophet's  town  and.  glid- 
ing down  on  the  swift  current  of  the  Wabash,  suddenly  and 
silently  attack  Yincennes  before  a  single  word  of  warning  could 


472  INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 

reach  and  rouse  their  victims.  Meanwhile  reports  continued  to 
come  in  of  Tecumseh's  intrigues  among  distant  tribes. 

The  last  council  with  Tecumseh  was  held  at  Vincennes  on 
the  27th  of  July,  1811.  The  chieftain,  accompanied  by  a  reti- 
nue of  one  hundred  and  seventy-five  well-armed  Indians,  took 
his  position  on  one  side  of  an  arbor  prepared  for  the  council, 
Avhile  Governor  Harrison,  with  seventy  soldiers,  occupied  a 
position  opposite.  Tecumseh's  speech  when  called  upon  to  sur- 
render a  number  of  Indians,  who  had  murdered  some  whites, 
was  artful  and  ingenious.  He  preached  a  regular  sermon  to  the 
white  men,  on  the  duty  of  the  forgiveness  of  injuries.  He  also 
begged  that  nothing  be  done  with  the  Indians  during  his  absence, 
which  was  about  to  transpire,  on  a  journey  to  the  South.  He 
assured  Harrison  that  his  only  object  was  to  prevail  on  all  the 
tribes  to  unite  in  the  bonds  of  peace. 

We  now  know  how  different  was  his  real  mission.  Every 
effort  was  made  by  frequent  changes  of  garb,  and  skillful 
maneuverings  to  impress  Tecumseh  with  the  military  strength  of 
Vincennes.  A  Pottawatomie,  called  the  Deaf  Chief,  was  pres- 
ent at  the  council,  but  unable  to  hear  the  proceedings.  In  the 
evening  he  was  informed  as  to  Avhat  had  taken  place,  and  going 
up  to  General  Harrison,  told  him  that  he  would  have  confronted 
Tecumseh  with  proofs  of  his  hostility  had  he  understood  the 
hitter's  pretensions  of  friendliness. 

This  incident  was  related  to  Tecumseh,  who  quietly  informed 
his  brother  that  the  Deaf  Chief  must  be  put  out  of  the  way. 
The  latter  heard  of  the  threat.  He  calmly  repaired  to  his  tent, 
arrayed  himself  in  the  full  costume  of  the  warrior,  sprang  into 
his  canoe,  and  paddled  his  solitary  way  to  Tecumseh's  camp. 
Arriving  in  the  presence  of  the  great  chief,  the  Indian  reproached 
him  bitterly  for  the  threat  of  assassination,  and  dared  him  to 
an  open  combat.  To  every  taunt  and  insult  Tecumseh  returned 
majestic  indifference.  With  a  war-whoop  of  defiance,  the  Indian 
again  betook  himself  to  his  canoe.  A  little  later  a  sharp  crack 
from  a  rifle  was  heard  from  the  bushes  along  the  shore.  The 


THE  TRUE  STORY  OF  THE  PROPHET.  JrTn 

boatman  might  have  been  seen  to  fall  heavily  backwards,  and 
the  canoe  without  a  helmsman  bearing  the  corpse  of  iU  owner 
drifted  on  into  the  night. 

In  August,  the  governor  again  sent  a  demand  for  the  sur- 
render of  some  murderers,  to  which  the  Indians  replied  with 
the  usual  insulting  refusal.  Under  strict  orders  to  })re.-erve 
peace  if  possible,  Governor  Harrison  resolved  to  confront  the 
Indians  with  a  strong  military  force  before  Tecumseh  should 
return.  In  order  to  stop  the  outrages  of  which  reports  were 
brought  in  every  day,  and  in  compliance  with  loud  demands 
from  the  citizens  of  Yincennes  and  other  settlements,  the  gov- 
ernor resolved  to  erect  a  fort  on  the  Wabash,  and  break  up 
the  large  and  dangerous  assemblage  of  hostile  Indians  at  the 
Prophet's  town. 

On  the  26th  of  September,  1811,  Go^"ernor  Harrison  marched 
out  of  Vincennes  at  the  head  of  nine  hundred  troops.  Six 
days  afterward  the  army  encamped  on  the  eastern  bank  of  the 
Wabash,  at  a  point  two  miles  above  the  present  bustling  city  of 
Terre  Haute. 
Here  the  men 
were  employed 
in  the  construc- 
tion of  a  log  fort, 
named  by  the 
soldiers  Fort 
Harrison. 

Evidence  ac- 
cumulated to 
show  that  the 
host  of  Indians 
at  the  Prophet's 
town,  instead  of 

submitting  on  the  approach  of  the  army,  were  preparing  to  risk 
a  battle.  This  was  expressly  contrary  to  Tecumseh's  orders. 
It  s,eems  probable  that  the  Prophet,  jealous  of  his  brother's  sud- 


FORT  HARRISON. 


474 


INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


den  fume,  was  all  the  more  anxious  for  a  battle  in  the  latter's 
absence.  His  town,  which  was  the  objective  point  of  the  invad- 
ers, was  the  center  and  capital  of  the  new  religious  fanaticism. 
Here  the  Great  Spirit  was  supposed  to  dwell.  Here  were  per- 
formed the  strange  and  mysterious  rites  with  which  the  new 
worship  was  carried  on.  Hideous  dances,  midnight  orgies,  self- 
inflicted  tortures,  and  the  dark  ceremonies  of  Indian  magic  occu- 
pied the  frenzied  savages. 

To  the  thousands  of  converts,  who  had  everywhere  adopted 
the  religion  of  the  Prophet,  this  sacred  town  was  as  Jerusalem 
to  the  Jew\s,  and  Mecca  to  the  Mohammedans.  Its  fortifications 
were  believed  to  be  impregnable,  and  here  a  thousand  braves, 
the  flower  of  a  hundred  warlike  tribes,  worked  into  a  frantic 
frenzy,  alike  by  the  fervor  of  fanaticism,  the  promptings  of 
patriotism,  the  fever  of  hatred,  and  the  undying  love  of  war- 
fare, prepared  to  give  battle  to  the  invading  army. 

Leaving  a  small  garrison  at  Fort  Harrison,  the  troops 
advanced  along  the  south-east  bank  of  the  Wabash.  After 
passing  Big  Raccoon  Creek  it  was  determined  to  cross  the 
Wabash,  in  order  to  avoid  the  woody  shores  on  the  south-east 
side.  This  Avas  effected  at  a  point  near  the  site  of  the  present 
town  of  Montezuma,  Parke  county,  Indiana. 

On  the  6th  of  November  the  army  came  in  sight  of  the 
Prophet's  town.  Small  bodies  of  Indians,  armed  and  painted 
for  battle,  could  be  seen  scurrying  hither  and  thither  across  the 
country.  As  the  army  continued  to  advance  every  effort  w^as 
made  to  communicate  with  these  savages,  and  assure  them  of 
the  peaceful  intentions  of  the  whites.  While  this  fact  is  well 
authenticated,  it  must  be  confessed  that  an  army  of  a  thousand 
men  approaching  within  a  mile  of  their  principal  town,  and 
which  had  already  constructed  and  garrisoned  two  forts,  was 
not  calculated  to  cause  the  savages  to  regard  the  invaders' 
intentions  as  purely  peaceful.  In  fact  the  thing  now  wears  the 
appearance  of  a  huge  joke.  However,  toward  evening  three 
xjhiefs  advanced,  representing  that  the  Prophet  on  his  part,  also, 


THE  TRUE  STORY  OF  THE  PROPHET. 


475 


contemplated  nothing  but  peace,  and  that  his  heart  was  over- 
Qowing  with  love  for  his  white  brethren.  Thus  the  Indian 
■inswered  one  joke  with  another.  He  also  asked  that  the  white 
iuen  refrain  from  hostilities  until  the  following  day.  when  a  peace 
talk  could  be  had. 

The  army  encamped  for  the  night  about  three  quarters  of  a 
mile  from  the  Prophet's  town,  on  the  now  famous  Tippecanoe 
Battle  Ground,  seven  miles  north-east  of  the  present  city  of 
Lafayette.  The  place  was  a  beautiful  spot  of  timber-land, 
about  ten  feet  higher  than  the  marshy  prairie  in  front,  which 
stretched  away  toward  the  Prophet's  town,  and  perhaps  twice 
that  height  above  the  prairie  in  the  rear.  Here  the  army 
encamped. 

Meanwhile  the  Indians  were  by  no  means  idle.  All  night 
long  the  chiefs  sat  in  council.  A  dozen  different  plans  for  the 
attack  were  proposed.  At  one  time  it  was  decided  to  meet  the 
whites  in  council  on  the  next  day.  agree  to  their  proposals,  and 
withdraw,  leaving  behind  two  Winnebagoes,  who  were  to  rush 
forward  and  assassinate  the  governor.  This  was  to  be  the  signal 
for  battle.  Later  in  the  night,  which  was  dark  and  rainy,  the 
plan  was  changed.  The  Prophet,  mixing  some  mysterious  hell- 
broth,  pretended  to  read  in  it  the  fact  that  one-half  of  Harri- 
son's army  was  dead,  and  the  other  half  crazy.  Encouraged 
by  this  assurance  the  whole  body  of  warriors,  at  four  o'clock  in 
the  morning,  began  to  creep  across  the  miry  prairie  toward  the 
American  camp. 

Earl}-  though  it  was.  General  Harrison  had  risen,  and  was 
pulling  on  his  boots  before  a  camp-fire.  The  drummer  was  just 
being  roused  to  wake  the  men.  Suddenly  a  shot  was  heard, 
followed  by  a  wild  yell  from  multitudes  of  savage  throats.  The 
men,  who  had  slept  in  rank  with  their  clothes  on  and  arms  in 
hand,  sprang  to  their  feet.  A  number  of  Indians  made  their 
way  into  the  heart  of  the  camp  before  they  could  be  arrested. 
The  place  was  dark  except  as  it  was  illuminated  by  the  glow 
of  the  smoldering  camp-fires.     The  men  hurried  to  [.ut  these 


476 


INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


out  as  quickly  as  possible,  to  prevent  the  enemy  from  having 
so  good  a  mark.  They  soon  rallied  from  the  surprise,  and  began 
to  fight  with  great  courage. 

In  the  confusion  of  the  moment  the  large  white  horse  of 
Governor  Harrison  could  not  be  found,  and  the  American  com- 
mander w^as  forced  to  mount  a  borrowed  plug  of  a  different 
color.  This  circumstance  no  doubt  saved  his  life.  One  of  his 
aids,  who  also  rode  a  white  horse,  fell,  pierced  by  a  dozen  balls, 
in  the  very  beginning  of  the  attack.  There  can  be  no  doubt 
that  he  was  mistaken  for  his  chief. 

Harrison  took  a  most  active  part  in  the  battle,  riding  from 
point  to  point,  rallying  and  encouraging  his  men.  Not  so  with 
the  Prophet.  Selecting  for  himself  an  elevated  position,  he 
chanted  a  wild  war-song.  Though  invisible  in  the  darkness, 
his  shrill  and  piercing  voice  could  be  distinctly  heard  above 
the  din  of  the  battle  in  every  part  of  the  field.  Here,  like  an 
evil  genius,  he  presided  over  the  destinies  of  the  battle  until 
his  braves,  wounded  and  dying,  were  being  driven  back  from 
the  point  of  attack. 

The  American  troops  which  were  encamped  around  the  edge 
of  the  spot  of  woodland,  succeeded  in  keeping  the  Indians  out 
of  the  camp  until  it  became  sufficiently  light  for  a  general 
charge,  which  resulted  in  the  complete  rout  of  the  Indians. 
During  the  battle  many  instances  of  heroism  occurred.  Cap- 
tain Warrick  was  shot  through  the  body.  His  wound  was 
dressed,  and  though  it  was  evident  he  could  live  but  a  few 
hours,  his  great  physical  strength  was  unexhausted.  He  insisted 
on  going  back  to  head  his  company.  This  Avas  but  one  of  many 
such  occurrences.  '  ' 

When  the  Indians  fled,  the  whites  found  thirty-seven  of 
their  own  number  killed,  and  a  hundred  and  fifty-one  wounded. 
Twenty-five  of  the  latter  afterwards  died  from  their  wounds. 
During  the  day  the  shattered  army  was  employed  in  strength- 
ening their  position.  Their  only  food  was  broiled  horseflesh. 
On  the  following  day  they  advanced  to  the  Prophet's  town. 


THE  TRUE  STORY  OF  THE  PROPHET, 


-177 


No  defiant  war=whoop  greeted  them.  The  place  was  desolate 
and  deserted.  It  had  been  abandoned  in  a  panic.  The  Indians, 
more  civilized  than  the  wild  tribes  of  the  plains  which  we  know 
to-(lay.  had  left  behind  all  their  household  furniture,  many  fire- 
arms, great  quantities  of  corn,  numbers  of  hogs  and  chickens. 
The  only  human  being  in  the  village  was  an  old  chief,  with  a 
broken  leg.  He  had  been  left  behind  by  his  people,  and  was 
unable  to  escape.  The  whites  ministered  to  his  wants  and  left 
him.  Taking  the  provisions  for  their  own  use.  the  entire  village 
was  destroyed.    The  Prophet's  influence  was  forever  broken. 

Tecumseh  was  already  on  his  way  home.  His  trip  had  been  ■ 
successful.  Red  Eagle  and  the  Creeks  were  preparing  for  war. 
The  Cherokees,  the  Osages,  the  Seminoles,  were  all  ready  to 
take  up  the  hatchet.  The  great  confederacy  seemed  almost  an 
accomplished  fact.  Confident  and  happy,  Tecumseh  hurried 
back  to  the  Prophet's  town.  He  was  ignorant  of  what  had 
happened.  As  he  and  his  party  approached  they  gave  the 
salute-yell.  Instead  of  a  wild  chorus  of  replies  from  the  direc- 
tion of  the  village,  all  was  wrapped  in  utter  silence. 

Anxious  and  alarmed,  he  hurried  forward.  He  caught  sight 
of  the  spot  where  the  village  had  been.  Not  a  cabin  was  to  be 
seen.  He  rubbed  his  eyes  and  looked  again,  to  see  if  it  was 
not  a  dream,  a  nightmare.  Not  so.  The  village  had  disap- 
peared. Only  heaps  of  ashes  marked  its  site.  All  its  forti-t 
fications.  all  the  stores  of  food  and  ammunition,  and  the  collection 
of  arms,  the  fruit  of  years  of  weary  toil,  were  gone.  Tecum- 
seh saw  at  once  what  had  happened.  He  was  overwhelmed 
with  sorrow.  Just  at  the  moment  of  apparent  triumph  he 
found  the  very  foundation  of  the  fabric  dissolved  in  thin  air. 
Guided  by  some  stragglers  Tecumseh  hurried  to  the  camp, 
twenty  miles  away,  where  the  disgraced  Prophet  awaited  with 
fear  and  trembling  his  brother's  return.  Great  and  terrible  was 
Tecumseh's  rage.  He  seized  the  unfortunate  impostor  by  the 
hair,  and  threatened  to  kill  him.  The  battle  had  been  fought 
in  direct  opposition  to  his  orders. 


478 


INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


All  had  been  staked,  and  all  was  lost.  The  Prophet's  influ- 
ence was  utterly  gone.  He  was  the  object  of  contempt  and 
abuse.  The  very  boys  yelled  at  him  as  he  sneaked  through  a 
village.  Yet,  because  he  was  Tecumseh's  brother,  he  was  saved 
from  further  punishment.  Tecumseh  wrote  to  General  Harrison 
that  he  desired  to  go  to  Washington.  The  request  was  granted, 
but  he  was  required  to  go  alone.  This  wounded  the  spirit  of 
the  disappointed  man.  The  would-be  emperor  refused  to  go 
without  a  retinue.  Filled  with  unutterable  fury,  he  joined  the 
English  army  in  Canada.  When  invited  to  take  part  in  a 
peace-council,  he  said :  "  No !  I  have  taken  sides  with  the  king, 
and  I  will  suffer  my  bones  to  bleach  on  this  shore  before  I  will 
recross  that  stream  to  take  part  in  any  council  of  neutrality." 

Tecumseh  took  an  active  part  in  the  war,  and  before  long 
found  himself  at  the  head  of  seven  hundred  warriors.  Nearly 
all  the  leading  chiefs  followed  his  lead  and  went  over  to  the 
British  side.  Fort  Dearborn,  then  a  lonely  post  on  the  spot 
where  Chicago,  the  "Wonder  of  the  West,"  now  handles  the 
commerce  of  a  continent,  was  evacuated  by  its  occupants.  The 
departing  garrison  and  the  families  of  the  fort  were  assaulted 
by  savages,  and  nearly  all  killed.  Tecumseh  also  devised  two 
sieges  to  be  conducted  by  Indians. 

Fort  Wayne  was  a  wooden  fortification,  garrisoned  by  sev- 
enty men.  Early  in  September  word  reached  General  Harri- 
son, at  Cincinnati,  that  this  post  was  besieged  and  in  great 
peril.  Five  men,  headed  by  Logan,  an  Indian  chief  of  wide 
fame,  undertook  to  communicate  with  the  garrison.  At  the 
moment  of  their  arrival  the  besiegers  were  gathered  on  two 
sides  of  the  fort,  in  an  attempt  to  take  the  place  by  stratagem. 
The  messengers  reached  the  very  walls  of  the  place  without 
opposition,  and  came  suddenly  upon  four  Indian  chiefs,  with 
a  flag  of  truce,  who  were  attempting  to  lure  the  officers  of 
the  fort  into  a  peace-talk  outside  the  fortification,  where  they 
might  be  assassinated.  The  alarmed  chiefs  made  off,  while  the 
five  scouts  entered  the  fort.  ' 


THE  TRUE  STORY  OF  THE  PROPHET, 


4:79 


The  situation  was  found  to  be  full  of  distress.  As  soon  as 
a  letter  could  be  written  the  bold  men  sallied  forth,  and  dashed 
through  the  lines  of  the  astonished  besiegers,  to  carry  the  news 
to  General  Harrison.  The  defenders  of  Fort  AVayne  deposed 
their  commander,  and  elected  Lieutenant  Curtis  as  his  successor. 
Troops  failing  to  arrive,  the  Indians  demanded  the  surrender  of 
the  place,  and  this  being  refused,  made  a  heavy  attack.  They 
had  two  cannon,  which  burst  at  the  first  fire,  being  made  of 
wood  and  hooped  with  iron,  by  some  scalawag  English  traders. 
The  garrison  fought  well.  The  Indians  were  repulsed  wdth 
heavy  loss.  General  Harrison  at  last  arrived  in  the  vicinity, 
and  failing  to  ambush  him,  the  Indians  withdrew. 

Captain  Zachary  Taylor,  afterwards  President  of  the  United 
States,  was  the  commandant  of  Fort  Harrison.  His  force  num- 
bered about  thirty-five  effective  men.  On  the  3d  of  September 
a  lot  of  Indians  with  their  women  and  children  appeared  before 
the  fort,  and  begged  for  admission,  under  pretense  of  holding  a 
council.  Failing  in  this,  they  continued  to  linger  around,  and 
at  midnight  the  garrison  was  aroused  by  an  alarm  of  fire.  One 
of  the  block-houses  at  the  corner  of  the  fortification,  containing 
the  provisions  of  the  garrison,  was  in  flames.  Several  barrels 
of  whisky  took  fire,  and  the  whole  structure  was  so  quickly 
ablaze  that  no  efforts  to  extinguish  the  flames  could  avail.  A 
strong  force  of  Indians  poured  volleys  of  balls  into  the  fort,  and 
were  evidently  preparing  to  force  an  entrance  through  the  gap 
left  by  the  destruction  of  the  block-house. 

The  men  prevented  the  spread  of  the  flames  as  well  as  they 
could,  while  their  captain,  sick  wdth  bilious  fever,  tore  down  a 
log  structure,  and  braving  the  bullets  of  the  savages,  constructed 
a  hasty  barricade  opposite  the  gap.  Behind  this  the  men  fought 
bravely,  repulsing  every  assault.  So  inevitable  did  the  destruc- 
tion of  the  garrison  seem,  that  two  men  attempted  to  escape 
through  the  gap  left  by  the  fire.  One  w^as  killed  ;  the  other 
concealed  himself,  and  was  re-admitted  to  the  fort  in  the  morn- 
ing.   The  loss  of  their  provisions  threatened  the  handful  of 


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INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


men  with  starvation.  A  wagon- train  from  Vincennes  coming  to 
their  relief  was  attacked,  and  nearly  the  whole  escort  killed. 
In  time  a  stronger  force  made  its  way  to  the  little  oufpost. 
The  Indians,  to  revenge  themselves  for  their  disappointment, 
attacked  a  settlement  at  Pigeon  Roost,  on  a  branch  of  White 
River,  in  Clarke  county,  Indiana,  and  massacred  twenty-one 
men,  women,  and  chihlren. 

In  the  progress  of  the  war,  a  Shawanese  chief  named  Logan 
proved  to  be  a  most  valuable  scout  for  the  Americans.  He  was, 
however,  suspected  of  treachery.  Deeply  hurt,  he,  with  Cap- 
tain Johnny  and  Bright  Horn,  his  inseparable  companions, 
started  out  to  prove  his  fidelity.  They  were"  surprised  by  some 
hostile  Indians,  and  captured.  Logan  pretended  to  be  desert- 
ing to  the  British,  and  succeeded  in  retaining  his  arms.  One 
of  the  guards,  noticing  something  in  Captain  Johnny's  mouth, 
looked  inquiringly  toward  him.  The  latter  coolly  said,  ^^Me 
chaw  heap  tobac."  The  tobacco  was  a  bullet.  While  some  of 
their  captors  were  searching  the  woods  for  black  haws,  Logan 
and  his  companions  attacked  the  remainder.  Five  Indians  were 
killed.  Logan  received  a  mortal  wound.  He  made  his  way 
back  to  the  American  camp.  He  lingered  two  days  in  the 
greatest  agony.  The  men,  understanding  that  he  had  fallen  to 
vindicate  his  honor,  bestowed  every  attention  possible.  The 
faithful  chief  passed  away  with  a  smile  of  triumph  on  his  face, 
satisfied  that  he  had  answered  his  accusers,  though  at  the  cost 
of  his  life.  His  mother  was  Tecumapease,  the  only  sister  of 
Tecumseh. 

Among  the  many  tragic  occurrences  of  the  Indian  warfare 
in  1812,  none  was  more  fearful  than  the  battle  and  massacre  of 
Raisin.  Frenchtown  was  on  the  river  Raisin,  only  eighteen 
miles  from  Maiden,  Canada,  where  the  British  had  their  entire 
force.  A  cry  for  help  came  from  the  place,  and  in  the  dead  of 
winter  six  hundred  men  marched  from  the  Maumee  to  this  place. 
A  sharp  battle  resulted  in  the  evacuation  of  Frenchtown  by 
the  British.    Two  hundred  and  fifty  more  Americans  were  then 


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THE  TRUE  STORY  OF  THE  PROPHET. 


sent  forward  to  re-enforce  the  first  army.  On  the  morning  of 
January  22,  1813,  two  thousand  British  and  Indians  attacked 
the  Americans.  A  bloody  battle  resulted  in  the  surrender  of 
the  entire  American  force.  The  English  commander  left  the 
wounded  in  the  place,  taking  the  rest  to  Maiden.  On  the  fol- 
lowing morning  two  hundred  Indians,  painted  black  and  red, 
entered  the  place,  and  barbarously  massacred  the  helpless 
wounded.  Many  were  burnt  alive  in  the  buildings  in  which 
they  lay.  Nearly  three  hundred  perished  in  the  battle  and  the 
massacre  together.  The  whole  town  was  filled  with  corpses. 
Tecumseh  was  in  the  Wabash  region  at  the  time,  raising 
re-enforcements. 

In  April  Tecumseh  appeared  before  Fort  Meigs,  on  the  Mau- 
mee  River,  where  Greneral  Harrison  had  his  head-quarters.  The 
English  erected  three  batteries.  To  match  this,  Harrison  con- 
structed an  earth  embankment,  twelve  feet  high,  in  which  the 
cannon-balls  buried  themselves  harmlessly.  General  Clay  at 
last  approached  to  the  relief  of  the  fort  with  eight  hundred 
men.  A  battle  ensued  in  the  attempt  to  throw  themselves  into 
the  fort.  The  activity  of  Tecumseh's  warriors  defeated  the 
effort,  less  than  two  hundred  out  of  the  whole  number  reaching 
the  fort.  The  English  commander  allowed  his  Indian  allies  to 
tomahawk  such  of  the  prisoners  as  they  pleased,  more  than 
twenty  being  brutally  murdered.  Tecumseh  had  been  in 
another  part  of  the  battle-field.  Discovering  what  was  going 
on,  he  rode  at  full  speed  to  the  spot,  dismounted,  and  with 
drawn  tomahawk  beat  his  men  off  from  the  prisoners,  and 
cursed  the  English  commander  for  his  crime.  The  latter  said 
he  could  not  control  the  Indians,  but  Tecumseh  answered, 
"  Begone !  You  are  unfit  to  command ;  go  and  put  on  the  dress 
of  a  squaw." 

Tecumseh  was  an  unruly  ally.  He  despised  Proctor,  the 
English  commander  with  w^hom  he  operated.  One  day,  provis- 
ions being  scarce,  salt  beef  was  given  the  English  soldiers,  while 
the  Indians  received  only  horse-flesh.    Angered  at  the  outrage, 


INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


483 


Tecumseh  strode  to  Proctor  s  tent  and  demanded  an  explanation. 
Seeing  the  English  general  about  to  treat  the  complaint  with 
indifference,  Tecumseh  significantly  struck  the  hilt  of  the  com- 
mander's sword,  touching  at  the  same  time  the  handle  of  his 
tomahawk,  and  said,  "You  are  Proctor — I  am  Tecumseh."  This 
hint  at "  a  mode  of  settling  the  difficulty,  brought  Proctor  to 
terms  at  once. 

Tecumseh's  last  grudge  against  Proctor  was  the  retreat  of 
the  English  from  Maiden  after  Commodore  Perry's  victory  on 
Lake  Erie.  Tecumseh  urged  a  battle  with  every  argument  and 
taunt.  "  We  must  compare  our  father's  conduct  to  a  fat  dog 
that  carries  its  tail  on  its  back,  but  when  affrighted,  it  drops  it 
between  its  legs  and  runs  off."  Tecumseh,  disgusted  at  the 
retreat,  would  have  deserted  the  English  cause  but  for  the 
fact  that  he  had  induced  other  tribes  to  join  it.  Proctor  pre- 
tended from  time  to  time  that  he  would  halt  and  give  battle. 
When  the  retreat  commenced,  Tecumseh  said,  "We  are  now 
going  to  follow  the  British,  and  I  am  sure  that  we  shall  never 
return."  At  last,  on  the  5th  of  October,  Proctor  was  forced  to 
halt  and  oppose  the  pursuing  Americans  in  the  battle  of  the 
Thames.  Just  before  the  engagement,  Tecumseh  said  to  the 
group  of  chiefs  about  him;  "Brother  warriors,  we  are  now 
about  to  enter  into  an  engagement,  from  which  I  shall  never 
come  out — my  body  will  remain  on  the  field  of  battle."  Un- 
buckling his  sword  and  handing  it  to  a  chief  he  said,  "When 
my  son  becomes  a  noted  warrior,  and  able  to  wield  a  sword 
give  this  to  him." 

As  the  battle  advanced,  the  victory  of  the  Americans  became 
apparent.  The  Indians  fought  well,  until  they  suddenly  missed 
the  loud,  commanding  battle-cry  of  Tecumseh.  There  was  a 
pause,  a  shudder,  and  then  all  incontinently  fled.  The  great 
chieftain  had  fallen,  pierced  by  a  pistol  ball.  The  discussion  as 
to  who  killed  Tecumseh  became  a  singularly  heated  one  in  sub- 
sequent political  campaigns,  the  chief  recommendation  for  office 
in  that  day  being  skill  as  an  Indian  fighter.    The  preponder- 


4:84,  THE  TRUE  STORY  OF  THE  PROPHET. 

ance  of  evidence  seems  to  indicate  that  Colonel  Richard  M. 
Johnson  was  the  slayer  of  the  famous  chief. 

Tecuniseh  never  allowed  his  portrait  to  be  painted.  He  is 
described  as  a  perfect  Apollo  in  form,  his  face  oval,  his  nose 
straight  and  handsome,  and  his  mouth  regular  and  beautiful. 
His  eyes  singularly  enough,  were  "  hazel,  clear,  and  pleasant  in 
conversation,  but  like  balls  of  fire  when  excited  by  anger  or 
enthusiasm."  His  bearing  was  that  of  a  noble  and  lofty  spirit, 
a  true  "King  of  the  Woods,"  as  the  English  called  him.  He 
was  temperate  in  his  habits,  loving  truth  and  honor  better  than 
life.  His  mind  was  of  a  high  order.  He  possessed  a  genius 
which  must  have  made  him  eminent  in  any  age  or  country. 
Like  Powhatan,  Pontiac,  and  Brant,  his  illustrious  predecessors, 
he  had  failed;  yet  like  them  he  was  great  in  defeat.  He  was 
the  first  great  chieftain  who  prohibited  the  massacre  of  pris- 
oners.   He  died  at  forty -four,  in  the  very  prime  of  life. 

The  Prophet  survived  his  brother  twenty-two  years.  He, 
with  the  remnant  of  his  tribe,  removed  to  the  Indian  Territory, 
where,  shorn  of  his  power  and  influence,  he  still  continued  in  a 
small  way  to  exercise  his  "supernatural"  gifts  for  the  delusion 
and  mystification  of  a  few  ignorant  dupes.  He  had  only  one 
eye,  and  possessed  a  countenance  of  which  every  line  revealed 
craft  and  deceptiveness.  In  1823,  Isaac  Harvey,  a  Quaker 
missionary  at  Wapakoneta,  one  day  visited  a  sick  Indian,  a 
consumptive.  Entering  the  cabin,  he  found  the  sick  man  lying 
face  downwards,  his  bared  back  cut  in  several  places,  and  faint 
from  loss  of  blood.  Standing  over  him  was  the  Prophet,  with 
a  bloody  knife  in  his  hands.  He  explained  tnat  the  sick  man 
was  bewitched,  and  that  the  gashes  in  his  back  were  to  let  out 
the  demon.  The  good  Quaker  put  the  fraud  out  of  the  room, 
and  dressed  the  sick  mans  wounds.  Nor  did  his  work  stop 
here.  At  great  personal  risk  he  continued  to  fight  the  beliel' 
in  witchcraft,  and  to  oppose  the  Prophet's  delusions,  until  the 
lunacy  was  banished  entirely  from  the  Shawanese  tribe.  The 
impostor  himself  alone  continued  the  pretense  of  belief  in  it. 


ISVIAy  TRAGED1E>S  AND  RUMASCES. 


•X  O  'J 


CHAPTER  XIY. 

THE  SORROWS  OF  THE  SEMINOLES. 

M  I  a  negro,  a  slave  ?  My  skin  is  dark,  but 
not  black.  I  am  an  Indian — a  Seminole.  The 
white  man  shall  not  make  me  black.  I  will 
I  make  the  white  man  red  with  blood,  and  then 
blacken  him  in  the  sun  and  rain,  where  the 
wolf  shall  smell  of  his  bones,  and  the  buzzard 
sliall  live  upon  his  flesh."  Where,  when,  and 
by  whom  was  expression  given  to  this  dark 
sentiment?  The  speaker  was  Osceola,  a  young  Seminole  war- 
rior. The  scene,  a  trader's  cabin,  at  a  settlement  in  Florida. 
Osceola  had  sought  to  buy  a  keg  of  powder.  He  had  been 
refused  on  the  ground  that  the  United  States  forbade  the  sale 
of  ammunition  or  fire-arms  to  the  Seminoles.  The  time  of 
this  affront  was  the  early  part  of  the  year  1835.  Who  was 
Osceola,  what  his  race,  and  what  the  occasion  for  this  collision 
between  its  members  and  the  white  man? 

About  the  middle  of  the  last  century  a  great  chief  arose 
among  the  Creeks,  named  Secoffee.  He  had  ambition,  genius, 
eloquence,  the  gift  of  leadership,  and  the  spirit  of  rebellion. 
He  revolted  from  the  confederacy  of  the  Creeks,  and  drawing 
after  him  a  third  part  of  the  tribe,  took  his  way  to  the  heart 
of  Florida.  The  Creeks  attempted,  by  terrible  wars,  to  conquer 
the  rebels,  and  force  them  to  return  to  their  old  allegiance. 
Failing  in  this,  they  sought  ]'e\enge  by  branding  the  runa- 
ways with  the  name  of  The  Seminoles,"  a  name  originally 
a  badge  of  disgrace,  signifying  simply  "  The  Runaways."  The 


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THE  SORROWS  OF  THE  SEMINOLES. 


insult  failed,  as  well  as  the  armies  of  the  Creeks,  to  accomplish 
its  purpose.  Long  since  has  the  humiliating  meaning  been  for- 
gotten among  men,  who  remember  only  the  sad  but  beauti- 
ful name,  Seminole. 

Fugitives  themselves,  the  Seminoles  always  afforded  refuge 
and  safety  to  the  negroes  of  Georgia,  who  likewise  fled  from 
the  bondage  of  their  masters.  This  practice  brought  on  a  small 
war  between  the  Georgians  and  the  Seminoles,  which  eventually 
resulted  in  the  purchase  of  Florida  from  Spain.  The  United 
States  thus  found  itself  with  a  red  elephant  on  its  hands.  The 
whites  along  the  frontier  hated  their  Indian  neighbors.  They 
longed  to  get  their  greedy  hands  upon  their  property. 

Adventurers,  speculators,  and  pioneers  kept  up  an  incessant 
din,  demanding  that  the  Indians  of  Florida  be  confined  to  cer- 
tain limits,  and  that  the  rest  of  the  country  be  thrown  open  to 
settlers.  The  whites  wanted  the  country,  so  they  said.  This 
was  sufficient  reason  in  the  opinion  of  the  government  and  of 
the  age  to  rob  the  Indians  of  their  lands.  Inasmuch  as  at  the 
present  day  vast  expanses  of  Florida  remain  a  wilderness, 
untrodden  by  the  foot  of  man,  undeveloped  and  unexplored, 
the  folly,  the  falsehood,  and  the  wickedness  of  the  clamor  for 
the  spoliation  of  the  Seminoles  is  apparent  to  every  candid 
mind.  Nevertheless,  the  government,  by  intrigue  and  strata- 
gem, on  the  18th  of  September,  1824,  took  the  step  which  was 
ultimately  to  desolate  the  peninsula  to  which  mankind  have  given 
the  name  The  Land  of  Flowers."  A  considerable  portion  of 
the  Seminole  chiefs  were  induced  to  sign  a  treaty  by  which  they 
bound  themselves  to  withdraw  with  their  people  to  a  certain  des- 
ignated reservation.  This  treaty  was  to  afford  a  pretext  in  case 
of  its  violation  for  the  destruction  of  the  Seminoles. 

It  brought  nothing  but  trouble.  The  Indians,  unsettled  and 
driven  from  the  old  homes,  failed  to  quiet  down  in  any  new 
ones.  Angry  and  furious,  they  roamed  the  peninsula  at  will, 
from  end  to  end.  Of  course,  this  brought  on  collisions  and 
outrages.     Moreover,  tlie  old  question  of  the  negroes  among 


INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES, 


-the  Semiiioles  gave  increasing  difficulty.  The  whites  claimed 
that  the  Indians  robbed  their  cornfields,  burned  their  houses, 
and  killed  their  cattle.  The  southerners  were  passionate.  Nu 
one  knew  at  what  moment  an  Indian  war  might  break  out. 

So  in  1833  the  government  induced  a  party  of  chiefs  to 
visit  another  unexplored  wilderness,  now  comprising  the  State 
of  Arkansas,  wdth  a  view  to  the  removal  of  the  entire  Seminole 
nation  to  that  place.  By  some  manipulation  the  United  States 
succeeded  in  inducing  a  number  of  the  chiefs  to  sign  what  is 
known  as  the  treaty  of  Payne's  Landing."  whereby  the}' 
agreed  to  make  the  removal  to  Arkansas,  provided  an  investi- 
gating band  should  make  a  favorable  report  concerning  the 
country.  The  latter,  under  the  seductive  arts  of  the  Indian 
agents,  signed  a  treaty  whereby  they  admitted  that  the  countr}' 
was  satisfactory,  and  binding  the  Seminoles  absolutely  to  the 
removal. 

When  these  chiefs  returned  from  Arkansas,  and  told  their 
people  what  had  been  done,  a  universal  dissatisfaction  arose. 
The  authority  of  the  commissioners  was  denied.  Indeed,  more 
than  half  of  them  deliberately  swore  the}'  had  never  signed 
the  treaty,  and  that  their  names  had  been  forged.  There  was 
widespread  agitation.  In  every  wigwam  was  heard  the  sound 
of  dispute;  in  every  council-house  the  roar  of  argument.  The 
negro  slaves  belonging  to  the  Seminoles  banded  together  and 
boldly  refused  to  follow  their  masters  into  exile,  to  a  coun- 
try where  subsistence  was  only  to  be  obtained  by  hard  labor. 
As  if  by  common  impulse  the  Seminoles  began  to  accumulate 
ammunition  and  weapons.  The  government  retaliated  by  for- 
bidding the  sale  of  these  articles  to  Indians  or  negroes.  In 
response  to  a  refusal  to  sell  even  powder.  Osceola,  a  young 
warrior,  not  even  a  chief,  uttered  the  terrible  threat  which 
stands  at  the  opening  of  this  chapter. 

As  the  months  went  by,  this  high-spirited  brave  became  one 
of  the  leaders  of  the  war-party  of  the  Seminoles.  The  old  chiefs 
of  the  nation  were  timid  and  conservative.    They  inclined  to 


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compliance  with  the  demands  of  the  United  States.  With  the 
ringing  voice  of  command,  Osceola  swore  that  the  first  Indian 
who  commenced  the  sale  or  disposal  of  his  property,  prepara- 
tory to  removal,  should  be  put  to  death.  It  was  not  long  before 
this  threat  was  carried  out.  Charley  Mathlar,  an  old  chief, 
had  driven  his  cattle  to  one  of  the  army  posts,  and  there,  in 
conformity  with  the  treaty,  received  from  the  government  agent 
the  money  for  them.  He  was  returning  home  from  this  trip, 
carrying  in  his  hands  a  handkerchief,  in  which  was  tied  up  the 
gold  and  silver  thus  obtained. 

Osceola,  mindful  of  his  threat,  posted  himself  with  a  band 
of  braves  in  the  forest  beside  the  path,  along  which  the  old 
chief  must  come.  As  the  latter  approached,  his  enemies  fired. 
Covering  his  face  w^ith  his  hands,  he  fell  prostrate,  receiving 
the  blows  from  the  braves  without  a  w  ord.  With  imperious  tone 
Osceola  said  that  the  gold  and  silver  was  made  of  the  red  man's 
blood.  Forbidding  his  followers  to  touch  the  accursed  thing,  he 
took  it  with  his  own  hands  and  threw  it  in  every  direction. 

Osceola  was  not  satisfied.  He  determined  to  obtain  revenge 
for  the  murder  of  Charley  Mathlar,  to  which,  as  he  said,  the 
white  man  had  driven  him.  With  sixty  followers  he  concealed 
himself  in  a  dense  forest,  in  the  neighborhood  of  Fort  King. 
General  Thompson  and  Lieutenant  Smith  were  taking  an  after- 
noon walk.  As  they  approached  the  ambush  they  were  fired 
upon  and  killed. 

The  fierce  appetite  for  war  and  blood,  which  sometimes 
sleeps,  but  never  is  utterly  eradicated  from  the  savage  heart, 
had  during  the  long  years  of  comparative  peace  and  of  agricul- 
tural pursuits  slumbered  inactive  in  the  breasts  of  the  Semi- 
noles.  As  the  deed  of  blood  was  accomplished,  this  old  appetite 
was  roused,  like  some  sleeping  animal,  to  rage  and  fury  in  the 
bosoms  of  the  Indians.  With  fierce,  exultant  cries  they  leaped 
forth  from  their  concealment,  scalped  the  fallen  men,  in  whose 
bodies  were  no  less  than  thirty-seven  balls,  and  to  satisfy  the 
craving  appetites  of  all,  as  well  as  to  prove  to  their  companions 


IXDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


489 


their  participation  in  the  murder,  cut  the  scalps  into  sixty  small 
pieces,  and  distributed  them  to  every  member  of  the  party. 

Near  by  was  the  sutler's  store,  from  which  provisions  were 
supplied  to  the  fort.  It  was  just  the  hour  for  the  evening  meal. 
Through  the  windows,  open  for  the  fresh  sea  oreeze.  which  dur- 
ing certain  hours  in  the  day  makes  Florida  dehghtful  beyond 
any  climate  in  the  world,  the  savages  discovered  four  gentlemen 
aud  one  boy  seated  at  the  table.  They  fired  through  the  0})en 
doors  and  windows,  killing  every  inmate  of  the  house.  The 
scalps  of  the  slain  were  cut  up  and  distributed  as  before.  With 
greedy  hands  the  store  was  rifled.  Then  the  torch  was  applied, 
and  the  band  rode  away,  leaving  the  buildings  in  flames. 

Horrible  as  was  this  occurrence,  which  stands  as  the  open- 
ing of  the  Florida  war.  a  war  of  which  the  histories  are  few 
and  the  events  but  little  known,  which  is  passed  o^"er  lightly 
by  every  historian  of  our  country,  who  is  more  careful  for  its 
fame  than  for  the  truth,  it  must  be  remembered  that  the  Semi- 
noles  were  frantic  with  agitation  and  insane  with  grief,  both  at 
the  sorrows  they  had  suffered  and  at  the  exile  which  confronted 
them.  They  had  been  driven  from  the  villages  which  they  and 
their  fathers  had  inhabited  for  three  quarters  of  a  century; 
they  had  been  quarreled  with  and  hated  by  their  neighbors, 
who  for  forty  years  had  sought  onl}'  their  destruction  or  exile, 
and  the  robbery  of  their  lands.  Houseless  and  homeless,  they 
had  roamed  restlessly  through  the  peninsula,  angry  with  them- 
selves and  embittered  by  hatred  for  their  enemies.  Their 
braves  had  been  arrested  and  placed  in  irons  ;  their  hunting 
parties  had  been  robbed  and  murdered. 

The  territorial  legislature,  in  a  petition  to  congress,  had 

accused  them  of  the  violation  of  a  treaty,  into  which  their 

chiefs  had  been  entrapped,  and  to  wliich  the  nation  at  large 

liad  never  agreed.     Guilty  of  much,  they  had.  nevertheless. 

bepii  charged  with  murder^   wliidi  did  not  coiinuit.  and 

slandered  for  outraa'es  of  which  iho\'  were  inuiict'iii ,  Their 
<_  1. 

exile  was  demanded  on  the  strength  of  a  treaty  alleged  to 


4  DO 


THE  SORROWS  OF  THE  SEMINOLES. 


have  been  made  with  the  exploring  party  sent  to  Arkansas, 
which  the  chiefs  themselves  repudiated  as  a  forgery.  Their 
most  trusted  leaders  had  been  corrupted  with  money,  and  their 
hereditary  chiefs  had  been  bribed  with  presents.  The  suffering 
Seminoles,  unlike  the  Indians  of  other  portions  of  the  country, 
could  not  retreat  from  the  aggressions  of  the  white  men  farther 
into  the  wilderness.  Nature  had  hemmed  them  in  by  sea  and 
gulf.    For  them  there  were  but  two  alternatives,  exile  or  war. 

The  Indians  Avere  by  no  means  idle.  One  hundred  troops 
were  marching  from  Fort  Brooke  to  the  help  of  Fort  King, 
where  the  above  outrages  were  committed.  They  were  discov- 
ered passing  through  an  immense  swamp.  The  Indians,  two 
hundred  in  number,  commanded  by  Jumper  and  Alligator, 
posted  themselves  on  the  west  side  of  the  road.  Every  war- 
rior was  protected  or  concealed  amid  the  broad  leaves  of  the 
high  palmettos.  On  the  other  side  of  the  road  was  a  deep 
pond.  Just  as  the  troops  arrived  at  this  point,  where  they 
were,  so  to  speak,  between  the  devil  and  the  deep  water,  the 
ambushed  Indians  fired.  Alligator  says,  "The  soldiers  shouted 
and  whooped,  and  the  officers  shook  their  swords  and  swore." 

They  seem  to  have  done  no  more  effective  fighting.  A  can- 
non was  loaded  and  fired  a  time  or  two,  but  the  balls  hissed 
harmlessly  through  the  air,  and  fell  with  dull  thuds  far  back  in 
the  swamp.  Almost  every  white  man  was  killed  on  the  spot. 
Six  got  away,  and  endeavored  to  build  a  log  barricade  or  pen, 
behind  which  they  would  be  safe.  The  negroes,  who  formed 
powerful  and  ferocious  allies  of  the  Seminoles,  attacked  the  rude 
rampart.  When  they  clambered  over  the  logs^  only  three  men 
were  found  alive  in  the  pen.  Two  of  these  were  killed  outright. 
The  third  snatched  a  rifle  from  the  hands  of  his  enemies,  and 
Avith  a  terrific  blow  brained  his  opponent.  He  swiftly  leaped 
over  the  logs,  and  started  down  the  road  at  full  speed.  Two 
Indians  on  horseback  gave  chase,  and,  firing  from  a  distance, 
killed  him.  Every  man  but  two  in  the  command  was  killed. 
The  Indians  lost  only  three  Avarriors. 


INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


491 


The  whole  Seminole  country  seemed  to  burst  into  flames  at 
once.  Sixteen  plantations  in  East  Florida,  upon  each  of  which 
were  employed  over  a  hundred  negroes,  together  ^\ith  sugar 
mills,  cotton  gins,  storehouses,  and  fine  residences,  were  com- 
pletely destroyed  during  the  month  of  January,  1836.  The 
wealthiest  people  fled  through  the  swamps  for  their  lives,  desti- 
tute of  the  common  necessaries  of  life.  None  could  tell  at  w^hat 
moment  or  in  what  manner  they  would  be  assailed,  and  subjected 
to  the  most  cruel  and  brutal  death.  "  In  some  instances  the 
lives  of  mothers  were  spared,  that  they  might  see  their  children 
cut  in  pieces,  and  their  limbs  used  as  weapons  to  assail  the 
living." 

A  Frenchman,  traveling  in  Florida  in  1851,  heard  the  story 
of  the  destruction  of  one  of  these  planter's  homes,  from  his 
guide,  and  published  it  in  Paris.  Though  no  date  was  given,  the 
affair  doubtless  occurred  early  in  the  war.  The  guide  had  been 
a  member  of  a  company  of  volunteers,  wdio  were  encamped  on 
the  shores  of  the  St.  John's  River.  One  day  a  negro  was 
observed  swimming  the  river.  He  directed  his  course  to  the 
camp.  As  he  touched  the  shore  he  ran  tow^ard  the  soldiers,  all 
dripping  with  the  water,  explaining  in  agitated  tones  that  the 
Indians  were  attacking  the  house  of  Mr.  Montgomery,  his  master, 
and  begging  for  help. 

A  party  of  men  hastily  prepared  to  accompany  the  slave  to 
the  threatened  mansion,  which  w^as  some  little  distance  above, 
on  the  opposite  side  of  the  St.  John's.  The  place  w^as  found  to 
be  well  defended,  and  in  no  immediate  danger,  as  the  Indians 
had  been  gone  for  some  hours.  Montgomery,  however,  expressed 
great  fears  for  the  safety  of  his  neighbor,  Motte,  who  lived  some 
miles  farther  up  the  river.  Leaving  a  guard  at  Montgomery's, 
the  men  started  on  to  Motte's. 

When  within  a  short  distance  of  the  house,  which  was  spa- 
cious and  elegant,  the  soldiers  discovered  smoke  and  flames 
beginning  to  issue  from  the  windows.    No  Indians  were  in  r' 
Hurrying  forward,  the  men  entered  the  burning  building. 


THE  SORROWS  OF  THE  SEMINOLES. 


i93 


owner  seemed  to  be  absent,  yet  he  could  not  have  been  gone 
long.  The  rooms,  with  their  elegant  furniture,  which  one  after 
another  were  being  reached  by  the  flames,  gave  evidence  of 
recent  occupation. 

Pushing  on  into  the  parlor,  the  soldiers  discovered  the  scene 
of  an  awful  traged}'.  Four  mutilated  corpses,  yet  warm  with 
life,  were  lying  on  the  floor.  One  was  that  of  an  old  man,  Mr. 
Motte  himself.  He  was  on  the  floor,  partially  leaning  against 
the  wall.  He  had  been  scalped,  and  the  blood  still  trickled 
down  his  pallid  features,  and  reddened  all  his  snow-white  beard. 
Right  Ijy  him  lay  the  mangled  form  of  his  youngest  daughter.  A 
few  feet  off  were  the  two  other  beautiful  daughters  lying,  scalped 
and  lifeless.  There  had  been  a  struggle;  the  old  man  still 
grasped  his  gun,  and  the  oldest  daughter  still  held  in  her  jew- 
eled hand  a  large  pistol.  The  apartment,  with  its  handsome 
fittings,  was  already  full  of  fire.  The  floor  and  walls  were  in 
a  blaze  ;  the  garments  of  the  dead  were  burning. 

Swift  hands  snatched  the  corpses  from  the  flames,  and  bore 
them  out  for  interment.  Just  as  they  were  about  to  leave  the 
doomed  house,  which  was  now"  filled  with  a  frightful  roar  from 
the  flames,  the  soldiers  heard  a  shriek.  The  next  moment,  an 
old  lady,  scalped  and  bloody,  but  yet  living,  the  mother  of  the 
girls,  sprung  toward  them.  She  was  tenderly  transported  to  a 
place  of  safety,  and  survived  for  a  year  or  so. 
*  In  the  yard  the  men  found  the  body  of  the  colored  gard- 
ener. One  m<'in  stopped  to  water  his  horse.  He  heard  a  low 
€ry  from  the  marsh.  Advancing  cautiously,  he  found  a  poor 
mulatto  girl,  half-dead  with  fright.  She  had  been  lying  in  the 
swamp  for  hours.  From  her  the  story  of  the  tragedy  was 
learned.  She  had  gone  to  get  some  water  for  the  house,  when 
Indians  were  discovered  climbing  the  garden  wall.  The  family 
were  at  the  time  out  in  the  garden  gathering  flowers.  They 
had  time  to  reach  the  house  and  barricade  the  doors.  The 
colored  gardener  sought  to  join  them,  but  was  killed  on  the 
way.    The  mulatto  girl  being  too  far  away  to  reach  the  house, 


494  INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 

fled  to  the  marsh.  Here  she  endured  agony,  but  it  was  not 
the  agony  of  death.  She  saw  the  Indians  surround  the  house. 
She  heard  their  demand  for  surrender,  and  the  refusal  of  the 
inmates.  She  saw  the  doors  battered  down,  heard  the  shots, 
the  shrieks,  the  moans.  Then  there  had  been  a  silence.  For 
an  hour  or  two  the  Indians  remained  in  the  house,  ransack- 
ing it.  At  last  they  came  forth  with  their  plunder,  fired  the 
house,  and  disappeared  in  the  hammock.  For  many  years  the 
ruined  mansion  bore  the  name  of  the  House  of  Blood. 

Two  months  after  the  massacre  of  Major  Dade's  command, 
General  Gaines,  who  with  a  considerable  force  from  New 
Orleans  had  reached  the  scene  of  hostilities,  came  upon  the 
spot  where  the  awful  tragedy  had  been  enacted.  Here  was  a 
cart  amid  a  lot  of  broken  and  scattered  boxes.  The  two  oxen 
were  lying  dead,  their  yokes  still  on  them.  A  little  farther  on 
were  the  offensive  remains  of  some  horses.  Next  the  men 
came  upon  a  little  triangular  breastwork  of  logs.  A  soldier 
counted  the  corpses,  by  that  time  almost  skeletons,  lying  within 
the  triangle.  There  were  thirty  of  them.  They  were  lying  in 
a  regular  row,  parallel  to  each  other,  behind  the  barricade,  their 
heads  next  to  the  logs  over  which  they  had  fired,  and  their 
bodies  stretched'  out  on  the  ground.  They  had  been  shot  dead 
in  their  ranks,  and  lay  in  death  as  they  had  fought  in  life. 

A  little  farther  on,  other  bodies  were  found  lying  along  the 
road.  Behind  every  tree,  log,  or  even  bush,  to  which  the  men 
had  resorted  for  cover,  was  one  or  more  corpses.  At  one  spot, 
two  hundred  yards  down  the  road,  lay  a  cluster  of  bodies  in 
regular  ranks,  like  the  others.  This  had  been  the  advance 
guard.  The  soldiers  were  overwhelmed  with  horror.  If  such 
was  the  beginning,  what  would  be  the  end  of  the  war? 

Their  apprehensions  were  indeed  justified.  The  very  first 
movement  in  the  war  was  a  terrible  blunder.  General  Gaines, 
finding  no  supplies  at  Fort  King,  resolved  to  withdraw  to  Fort 
'  Brooke,  on  Tampa  Bay.  On  the  way,  while  crossing  a  river, 
an  immense  force  of  warriors  attacked  him.    A  rude  breastwork 


THE  SORROWS  OF  THE  SEMINOLES. 


495 


of  logs  was  hastily  thrown  up,  and  a  runner  dispatched  to  Fort 
Drane,  ordering  General  Clinch  to  hurry  forward  with  all  his 
troops  and  supplies,  and  take  the  Indians,  numbering  more  than 
fifteen  hundred  braves,  in  the  rear,  while  Gaines  attacked  them 
in  the  front. 

While  the  army,  pinched  with  hunger  and  annoyed  by  the 
Indians,  remained  quiet  in  their  fortified  camp  awaiting  Clinch, 
an  old  negro  named  Caesar  came  up  to  the  lines,  and  shouted 
that  the  Indians  were  tired  of  fighting,  and  wished  to  come  in 
.nd  shake  hands."  In  pursuance  of  arrangements  made  with  this 
embassador,  a  large  number  of  warriors  without  their  arms, 
assembled  under  a  flag  of  truce  about  five  hundred  yards  from 
the  camp.  Midway  between  the  hostile  armies  three  chiefs  met 
a  like  number  of  American  officers,  and  arranged  a  temporary 
cessation  of  hostilities.  The  Indians  were  to  withdraw  to  the 
south  side  of  the  Withlacoochie,  and  remain  there  until  a  per- 
manent peace  was  concluded.  At  that  moment,  General  Clinch, 
from  Fort  Drane  came  in  sight,  and  supposing  the  assemblage  of 
Indians  to  be  a  hostile  one,  instantly  charged  upon  them,  inflict- 
ing great  slaughter.  So  the  conference  broke  up,  and  the 
Indians,  freshly  enraged,  fled  to  their  towns,  swearing  new 
oaths  of  vengeance. 

On  the  twenty-second  day  of  February  Major-General  Scott 
arrived  in  Florida,  assuming  command  of  the  American  forces. 
From  the  first  all  his  efforts  met  with  embarrassment  and  fail- 
ure. His  troops  almost  starved  before  rations  could  be  had. 
In  attempting  a  forward  movement,  large  numbers  of  his  pro- 
vision wagons  and  horses  were  swept  away  in  fording  a  river. 
Such  provision  as  was  rescued  was  exposed  to  a  tremendous 
rain  of  many  days,  and  ruined.  The  stormy  weather  delayed 
the  movement  of  troops,  and  the  exposure  caused  large  numbers 
of  the  men,  unused  to  the  climate,  to  be  attacked  with  malig- 
nant fevers.  The  cannon  mired  in  bottomless  bogs.  Generals 
Gaines  and  Clinch  refused  to  co-operate  with  Scott,  and  a  bitter 
quarrel  broke  out  between  the  commanders. 


INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


Assailed  by  these  overwhelming  difficulties,  the  army  was 
compelled  to  straggle  back  to  Fort  Drane  to  escape  starvation. 
They  arrived  there  fiimished  and  fever-stricken,  only  to  find 
that  General  Gaines,  who  had  not  been  expected  in  that  part 
of  the  country,  had  deliberately  appropriated  nineteen  thousand 
rations  to  his  own  use.  Nevertheless  General  Scott,  misled  by 
dishonest  scouts,  utterly  ignorant  of  the  geography  of  a  coun- 
try which  consisted  of  dense  and  impassable  jungles,  into  which 
the  light  of  day  never  penetrated,  and  of  endless  swamps,  inter- 
spersed with  bottomless  bayous  and  salt  lagoons,  managed  to 
send  out  numerous  detachments  in  all  directions  to  search  for 
the  enemy,  whose  whereabouts  w^as  utterly  unknown.  The 
Indians,  thoroughly  familiar  Avith  the  country,  led  these  detach- 
ments on  wild  and  fatiguing  chases  only  to  disappear  from  view 
entirely,  and  fall  upon  the  worn  soldiery  as  they  attempted  to 
make  their  way  back  to  their  commander.  Meanwhile  the 
heated  season  coming  on,  together  w^ith  scanty  water  from  poi- 
sonous pools,  made  the  condition  of  the  men  still  more  intoler- 
abh}.    In  short,  the  campaign  was  an  utter  and  ruinous  failure. 

About  the  first  of  June,  General  Call  assumed  command  of 
the  army.  He,  however,  though  having  several  engagements 
with  the  enemy,  met  with  no  better  success  than  his  predeces- 
sor. His  principal  undertaking  was  to  send  a  strong  detach- 
ment against  the  enemy,  w^hich  were  supposed  to  be  })osted  in 
large  numbers  in  the  great  Wahoo  swamp. 

After  a  journey  of  incomparable  difficulty,  the  men  wading 
much  of  the  time  up  to  their  armpits  in  mire  and  water,  the 
enemy  was  met  in  great  strength.  In  endeavoring  to  dislodge 
them  from  a  vast  morass,  the  men  themselves  became  entangled 
in  its  deceitful  depths.  The  loss  was  heavy,  although  the 
engagement  was  accounted  a  victory.  At  night,  however,  it 
was  deemed  impossible  to  remain  or  to  risk  another  engage- 
ment. The  horses  were  dying  for  want  of  food.  The  ammuni- 
tion was  exhausted.  The  supplies,  too,  were  gone.  They  had 
been  lost  in  the  difficulties  of  the  advance.    There  remained 


THE  SORROWS  OF  THE  SEMINOLES. 


497 


nothing  to  be  done  except  a  disastrous  and  painful  retreat.  On 
the  27th  of  November,  1836,  General  Call  was  succeeded  by 
General  Jessup.  The  latter  pushed  the  campaign  with  vigor. 
As  the  summer  approached  the  Indians  themselves,  who  had 
been  accustomed  to  subsist  on  agricultural  productions,  were 
compelled  to  sue  for  peace.  They  again  agreed  to  withdraw  to 
Arkansas,  and  hostilities,  for  the  time  being,  ceased. 

By  agreement  large  numbers  of  the  Seminoles  assembled  in 
a  camp  near  Fort  Brooke,  preparatory  to  an  embarkation  on 
government  vessels  for  transportation  to  Arkansas.  The  old 
chief  Micanopy  had  been  largely  instrumental  in  this  consent 
to  the  exile  of  his  people.  He  was  encamped  with  hundreds 
of  his  followers  at  Fort  Brooke,  ready  to  bid  a  last  farewell  to 
the  country  he  loved,  and  seek  a  new  home  in  the  barren  wil- 
derness west  of  the  Mississippi.  On  the  night  of  the  4th  of 
June  two  dark  forms  made  their  way  through  the  sleeping 
Indian  camp  toward  the  wigwam  of  old  MicaiK)py.  They  were 
Osceola  and  Coacooche,  the  young  and  ferocious  chiefs  of  the 
war-party.  With  noiseless  tread  they  entered  the  rude  apart- 
ment, unsheathed  their  glittering  knives  and  roused  the  old 
chief  from  his  slumbers.  With  whispered  words  they  told  him 
that  he  was  a  traitor  to  his  people,  that  as  they  had  sworn  to 
kill  the  first  Indian  who  should  prepare  to  remove  from  Flor- 
ida, and  had  fulfilled  their  oath  by  the  slaughter  of  Charley 
Mathlar,  so  now  they  had  sworn  to  take  the  life  of  Micanopy 
as  that  of  a  traitor,  unless  he  at  once  consented  to  arouse  the 
sleeping  camp  and  lead  the  people  before  the  break  of  day  in  a 
flight  to  the  south,  where  they  would  be  beyond  the  reach  of 
the  American  army,  and  thus  again  foil  the  schemes  of  the  ene- 
mies of  the  Seminoles  to  drive  them  into  cruel  exile. 

The  old  man  heard  the  whispered  threats  of  the  dark  con- 
spirators. He  was  timid  and  irresolute.  He  doubted  himself 
whether  he  was  not,  as  they  hissed  through  their  teeth  in  the 
darkness,  a  traitor  to  his  people.  He  still  hesitated.  Osceola 
uplifted  his  right  hand,  from  which  the  bright  blade  glistened 


408 


INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


in  the  starlight,  to  plunge  the  dagger  into  the  chieftain's  heart. 
Agitated  beyond  measure,  the  old  man  gave  his  consent  to  their 
demand.  Dark  messengers  passed  swiftly  and  noiselessly  from 
tent  to  tent,  rousing  the  occupants,  and  conveying  the  order 
of  their  chief  to  prepare  for  instant  flight.  Not  a  question  was 
asked.  In  a  quarter  of  an  hour,  every  one  of  the  seven  hun- 
dred Indians  was  proceeding  through  the  forest  without  so  much 
noise  as  would  come  from  the  breaking  of  a  twig  or  the  rustle 
of  a  dried  palmetto  leaf. 

At  sunrise.  General  Jessup,  proud  and  pleased  at  the  appar- 
ent termination  of  the  war,  rose  to  give  orders  for  the  embarka- 
tion of  the  exiles.  In  a  half  an  hour  he  repaired  to  the  spot 
where  the  Indian  camp  had  been  pitched.  To  his  dismay  and 
astonishment,  he  found  only  a  few  bare  poles  from  the  wigwams. 
The  whole  Indian  assemblage  had  fled,  and  were  many  miles 
away,  beyond  the  reach  of  successful  pursuit.  On  that  day 
General  Jessup,  the  third  commander-in-chief  of  the  Florida 
army,  tendered  his  resignation.  He  continued  in  actual  com- 
mand, however,  until  the  I5th  of  May,  1838. 

To  General  Hernandez  the  commander-in-chief  intrusted  the 
military  operations  of  a  campaign  in  East  Florida,  along  the 
Atlantic  coast.  On  the  9th  of  September,  1837,  Hernandez 
succeeded  in  capturing  King  Philip,  a  noted  Seminole  chief  of 
intelligence  and  influence,  and  the  father  of  Coacoochee.  The 
chieftain,  finding  himself  in  the  toils  of  his  enemies,  sent  word 
to  his  distinguished  son,  earnestly  requesting  him  to  come  and 
confer  with  his  father.  Coacoochee  was  brave.  Moreover,  he 
had  a  special  mission  to  perform  for  Osceola.  Placing  a  large 
white  plume  in  his  hat,  he  boldly  visited  the  camp  of  Hernan- 
dez, accompanied  by  Blue  Snake,  another  chief. 

On  being  shown  into  the  presence  of  the  American  general, 
Coacoochee  presented  him  with  a  handsome  peace  pipe,  from  the 
great  Osceola,  accompanied  by  a  request  for  a  conference.  To 
this  proposition  Hernandez  acceded,  and  Coacoochee  departed 
with  a  message  to  Osceola,  to  tlic  ciToct  that  he  might  have  a 


THE  SORROWS  OF  THE  SEMINOLES 


499 


council  with  the  American  general.  On  the  appointed  day,  Coa- 
coochee  returned  to  General  Hernandez  with  information  that 
Osceola,  with  a  hundred  warriors,  was  on  his  way  to  St.  Augus- 
tine, for  the  appointed  peace  talk.  Hernandez,  with  a  design  in 
his  mind  which,  whether  inspired  by  his  commander  or  originated 
by  himself,  bears  the  ear-marks  of  a  deep  and  damnable  treach- 
ery, eager  to  get  the  game  in  his  trap,  hurried  forward  to  meet 
Osceola.  Seven  miles  southwest  of  St.  Augustine,  he  met  the 
distinguished  Indian  chieftain,  and  entered  into  a  conference. 

He  at  once  commenced  to  question  Osceoh^  closely  as  to  the 
purposes  and  plans  of  the  Indians.  While  the  conversation  was 
progressing,  the  council  was  quickly  and  quietly  surrounded  by 
an  overwhelming  force  of  American  soldiers.  With  quick  intui- 
tion, Osceola  read  the  sinister  purposes  of  his  enemy.  As  the 
questions  were  put  to  him  he  looked  nervously  about  him  at 
the  surrounding  military,  gave  a  few  vague  and  uneasy  replies, 
and  then  lapsed  into  silence.  Overcome  by  uncontrollable  emo- 
tion, he  turned  to  Coa-Hajo,  and  said,  I  feel  choked;  you  must 
speak  for  me." 

Seeing  that  his  purposes  were  discovered,  Hernandez  gave  a 
signal,  and  in  a  moment  Osceola  and  his  little  band  of  braves 
were  made  prisoners  without  a  struggle.  The  date  of  this 
infamy  was  October  22,  1837.  Osceola  and  his  companions 
were  at  once  placed  in  irons  and  thrown  into  the  dungeon  of 
the  castle  of  St.  Marco,  at  St.  Augustine. 

Notwithstanding  the  treachery  by  which  he  had  been 
betrayed,  Osceola  communicated  with  Hernandez,  and  proposed 
to  send  a  message  to  his  people  and  their  chiefs,  recommending 
them  to  come  in  and  consent  to  an  exile  to  Arkansas.  This 
proposition  was  agreed  to.  The  messengers  were  sent.  A 
council  was  held,  and  the  scheme  promised  well.  It  however 
met  with  a  sudden  interruption.  Coacoochee  and  his  friend 
Talmus  Hadjo  were  immured  in  another  of  the  dark  and  mys- 
terious dungeons  in  the  castle  of  St.  Marco,  at  St.  Augustine, 
the  most  ancient  military  work      the  United  States. 


500 


INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


While  Osceola  in  one  part  of  the  old  structure  was  planning 
for  a  submission  by  his  people  to  exile,  Coacoochee  and  his 


OSCEOLA. 

friend  weary  with  studying  the  arms  of  Spain,  which  were 
carved  on  the  walls  of  their  prison  cell,  and  growing  more 


THE  SORROWS  OF  THE  SEMINOLES. 


501 


languid  and  sickly  day  by  day  from  the  confinement,  resolved 
to  escape,  or  die  in  the  effort.  They  occupied  an  apartment 
about  eighteen  feet  square,  with  walls  of  stone,  and  a  lofty 
ceiling.  The  only  window  through  which  they  received  light 
and  air,  and  consequently  the  only  chance  for  escape,  was  a 
small  embrasure  eighteen  feet  from  the  floor.  From  this  aper- 
ture to  the  bottom  of  the  ditch  on  the  outside,  was  more  than 
fifty  feet.  The  two  prisoners  examined  the  hole  attentively^ 
and  saw  that  it  was  exceedingly  small,  but  believed  that  th-  - 
might  possibly  squeeze  through  it. 

All  their  preparations  had  to  be  carried  on  in  complc 
silence,  as  a  sentinel  stood  constantly  at  the  door  of  the  cell. 
With  deft  fingers  the  prisoners  tore  into  strips  a  few  forage 
bags  which  formed  their  bed,  and  wove  them  into  a  rude  rope. 
The  first  thing  was  to  reach  the  embrasure.  Again  and  again 
Coacoochee  stood  on  the  shoulders  of  his  companion  and  strained 
himself  to  the  utmost  to  reach  the  sill.  All  in  vain;  the  win- 
dow remained  two  feet  above  his  fingers. 

At  last  the  prisoners  managed  to  secrete  a  knife.  Standing 
oil  the  shoulders  of  his  companion,  Coacoochee  gradually  worked 
it  into  a  crevice  in  the  rock  as  high  up  as  he  could  reach.  When 
I  he  blade  and  half  of  the  short,  heavy  handle  had  been  inserted 
the  other  part  of  the  handle  remained  a  stout  and  serviceable 
peg,  by  means  of  which  the  athletic  Indian  raised  himself  io 
the  embrasure.  He  found  it  small,  but  believed  that  if  he  and 
his  companion  could  get  rid  of  their  flesh  they  might  get 
through.  They  at  once  feigned  sickness,  and  procured  through 
their  guards  some  roots,  of  which  they  knew  the  effect.  For 
three  weeks  the  prisoners  abstained  almost  entirely  from  food, 
taking  large  quantities  of  the  medicinal  root,  and  at  the  end  of 
the  time  were  little  more  than  skin  and  bone. 

On  a  certain  night,  when  there  would  be  no  moon,  they 
resolved  to  attempt  their  escape.  During  the  evening  the 
keeper  came  in  frequently,  annoying  the  prisoners  so  much 
that  they  almost  resolved  to  seize  and  gag  him.    They  more 


502 


INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


prudently  pretended  to  be  asleep,  and  at  last  the  keeper  came 
no  more.  Taking  one  end  of  the  rope  in  his  hand,  Coacoochee 
once  more  climbed  up  to  the  embrasure.  Here  he  made  fast 
the  rope,  letting  one  end  hang  down  inside  for  his  friend,  Avho 
was  to  follow,  and  dangling  the  other  end  down  toward  the 
ditch.  With  great  difficulty  the  Indian  forced  his  body  through 
the  aperture.  Great  strips  of  skin  were  torn  from  him.  But 
with  a  capacity  for  the  endurance  of  physical  suffering  which 
only  an  Indian  could  have,  he  resolutely  persisted.  He  lay 
hold  of  the  rope  on  the  outside  with  his  hands,  and  descended 
head  foremost  till  he  had  dragged  his  feet  through  the  embras- 
ure, and  at  last  leaped  to  the  ground. 

Though  terribly  wounded  he  was  unconscious  of  the  pain, 
and  turned  all  his  thoughts  to  the  arrival  of  his  comrade.  At 
length  he  heard  the  struggle  of  his  companion  far  above  him. 
There  was  a  low  gasp  of  despair.  The  man  had  forced  his  head 
and  shoulders  into  the  hole  and  was  caught  fast,  being  unable 
to  move  either  backward  or  forward.  Coacoochee  called  to  him 
in  the  lowest  possible  tone  to  keep  calm  and  rest  for  a  moment, 
then  to  force  out  all  his  breath  and  at  the  same  instant  endeavor 
to  move  an  inch  or  so.  For  a  few  moments  Coacoochee  could 
hear  his  friend  following  this  advice,  when  suddenly  he  was 
alarmed  to  find  him  tumbling  head  foremost  down  the  whole 
distance.  Extricating  himself  with  a  sudden  jerk,  the  rope 
had  broken. 

As  he  lay  on  the  ground  a  confused  and  bloody  mass,  Coa- 
coochee thought  him  dead.  Nevertheless,  in  spite  of  the  danger 
of  discovery,  he  dragged  his  companion  to  a  pool  of  water, 
which  revived  him.  The  poor  fellow  was  so  lame  that  he  could 
not  walk  a  step.  It  was  almost  dawn.  In  a  short  time  their 
escape  would  be  discovered.  Although  himself  weak  from  ema- 
ciation and  wounds,  Coacoochee  placed  his  friend  on  his  back, 
and  started  to  the  nearest  woods.  Before  long  he  caught  sight 
of  a  mule,  which  he  captured.  The  two  Indians  mounted. 
Forcing  the  animal  to  its  highest  speed,  and  guiding  it  solely 


THE  BORROWS  OF  THE  SEMINOLES. 


503 


by  seizing  its  ears,  Coacoochee  and  his  friend  hurried  across 
the  country  with  which  they  were  so  familiar.  After  five  days 
they  arrived  among  their  people. 

Coacoochee's  emaciation  and  wounds  spoke  eloquently  of 
what  he  had  endured.  Nevertheless  he  rested  not  until  he  had 
told  them  the  story  of  the  treachery  by  which  he  and  Osceola 
had  been  betrayed,  and  of  their  confinement  in  loathsome  cells. 
Alarmed  and  sus^jicious,  the  other  chiefs  at  once  abandoned  all 
idea  of  further  conference  or  communication  with  the  Americans. 

Poor  Osceola,  the  master-spirit  of  the  war,  who  had  risen 
from  the  ranks  of  the  humblest  warriors  by  dint  of  his  lofty 
genius,  had  at  least  twice  confronted  not  only  the  Americans, 
but  all  of  the  leading  chiefs  of  his  own  people,  and,  overcoming 
the  latter,  had  resisted  the  demands  of  the  enemies  of  the 
Seminoles  for  their  exile  from  Florida ;  who  had  hurled  the 
united  nation  against  the  Americans  for  two  years,  foiling  all 
their  efforts  and  defeating  all  their  armies,  languished  and  pined 
in  his  lonely  cell  at  St.  Augustine.  The  high  independence  of 
feeling,  which  had  never  before  known  restraint,  became  enfee- 
bled, and  sunk  as  the  chances  of  escape  passed  away.  His 
proud  spirit  w^as  broken  by  defeat  and  imprisonment.  For 
greater  security  he  was  removed  froin  St.  Augustine  to  Fort 
Moultrie,  Charleston  Harbor.  This  removal  plunged  him  into 
a  melancholy  which  never  left  him.  Hope  was  gone,  and  the 
conviction  that  he  was  forever  banished  from  his  native  land 
weighed  and  wore  upon  his  spirits  until  nature  became  ex- 
hausted. He  declined  to  see  visitors,  and.  refusing  all  suste- 
nance, sat  alone  in  his  dark  dungeon  brooding,  brooding  over  the 
mighty  sorrows  of  his  people  and  the  overwhelming  disasters 
which  had  befdlen  him. 

One  morning,  when  his  keeper  came  to  the  cell,  he  called  to 
Osceola,  but  the  young  chieftain  did  not  reply.  He  called  again, 
louder  and  more  sharply,  but  no  answer  came  save  the  mocking 
echo  from  the  stone  walls  of  the  dungeon.  Suspicious  and 
alarmed,  the  man  ])rocured  help  and  opened  the  door  of  the  dun- 


504: 


INDIAX  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


geon.  Groping  around  by  the  light  of  a  tallow  candle  to  the 
spot  where  lay  a  heap  of  mouldy  straw,  which  formed  the  bed 
of  the  prisoner,  there  they  found  him  cold  and  unresponsive  in 
death.  At  the  age  of  thirty-three  years  the  young,  the  brill- 
iant, the  great  Osceola,  a  brave  and  generous  enemy,  a  proud 
and  manly  man,  the  noblest  olfspring  of  his  suffering  people, 
died  thus  of  a  broken  heart. 

In  December,  1837,  Colonel  Zachary  Taylor,  at  the  head  of 

a  thousand  men  ad- 
vanced one  hundred 
and  fifty  miles  into 
the  enemy's  coun- 
try, through  an  un- 
explored  wilder- 
ness of  jungles  and 
bayous,  crossing  a 
dozen  streams 
every  day,  over 
which  there  were 
no  bridges,  and 
traveling  without 
guides  in  the  face 
of  a  numerous  and 
powerful  foe. 
_  ,   ^  Toward  the  latter 

^^^"^"^^  p^^.|-  month 

ZACHARY  TAYLOR.  they  camc  up  with 

a  large  body  of  warriors,  commanded  by  Alligator.  The  Indians 
were  encamped  on  the  hard  sandy  beach  on  the  north  side  of 
the  great  Lake  Okeechobee.  Between  the  whites  and  the 
Indians  lay  a  morass  three  quarters  of  a  mile  wide,  covered 
with  a  thick  growth  of  saw-grass  five  feet  high  and  three  feet 
deep  in  mud  and  water.  The  swamp  extended  on  either  side 
as  far  as  the  eye  could  reach.  It  was  totally  impassable  for 
horses,  and  nearly  so  for  men. 


THE  SORROWS  OF  THE  SEMINOLES. 


505 


The  soldiers  dismounted,  and  relieving  themselves  of  all 
■unnecessary  weight,  prepared  to  cross  the  morass  and  give  bat- 
tle to  the  enemy.  In  spots  where  the  mire  was  deep  enough  for 
a  man  to  sink  out  of  sight  in  its  treacherous  depths,  the  Indians 
had  cut  down  the  grass,  so  as  to  lure  the  troops  into  the  fatal 
trap.  iS'otwithstanding  these  difficulties,  the  Americans  gave 
battle,  and  after  several  hours  of  hard  fighting  came  out  victo- 
rious. At  nightfall  it  was  necessary  to  commence  the  inevitable 
retreat,  which  no  victory,  however  complete,  could  prevent ;  for 
in  this  remarkable  war  the  impossibility  of  transporting  provis- 
ions for  more  than  a  few  days  through  the  aqueous  wilderness 
embarrassed  and  crippled  the  American  army  from  first  to  last. 
In  order  to  retrace  their  steps  through  the  swamp  in  the  dark- 
ness, and  transport  one  hundred  and  twelve  wounded  men.  rude 
litters  Avere  constructed,  and  a  small  foot-way  built  across  the 
swamp.  Colonel  Taylor  brought  back  his  command  without 
further  loss,  and  on  the  15th  of  May,  1838,  succeeded  General 
Jessup  as  commander-in-chief. 

We  may  not  trace  the  irregular,  laborious,  and  indecisive 
warfare  of  the  ensuing  year.  In  May,  1839,  the  Indians  again 
agreed  to  a  cessation  of  hostilities,  and  to  confine  themseh'es  to 
a  designated  part  of  the  peninsula.  Many  of  the  settlers,  sup- 
posing the  war  was  at  an  end,  returned  to  their  homes. 

The  throngs  of  unemployed  and  starving  people,  who  had 
fled  to  the  crowded  villages  for  safety,  again  ventured  on  their 
plantations.  Their  hopes,  however,  were  soon  scattered  to  the 
winds.  In  July  the  Indians,  irrepressible  and  invincible,  again 
began  their  outrages.  Colonel  Harney,  with  twenty-six  dra- 
goons and  three  traders,  had  proceeded  to  Charlotte's  Harbor, 
to  establish  a  trading  post  in  pursuance  of  the  agreement  with 
the  Indians.  They  were  encamped,  with  a  large  supply  of  In- 
dian goods,  in  a  pine  barren  on  the  Coloosahatchee  river.  At 
dawn  on  the  22d  of  July,  they  were  attacked  by  a  band  of  war- 
rioi's  commanded  by  Bow  Legs.  The  men  were  overpowered  in 
their  beds,  and,  embarrassed  by  their  mosquito-bars,  were  unable 


506 


INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


to  make  any  effectual  resistance.  Twenty-four  were  killed,  and 
two  captured.  Colonel  Harney  and  two  companions  escaped, 
and,  after  living  for  days  on  crabs  and  oysters,  made  their  way 
home. 

And  so  the  war  was  renewed.  As  before,  the  Indians  were 
driven  from  swamp  to  swamp,  from  jungle  to  jungle,  and  from 
bayous  to  lagoons,  leading  the  exhausted,  famished,  and  fever- 
stricken  troops  hither  and  yon  in  fruitless  chases  over  a  region 
of  country  embracing  more  than  45,000  square  miles. 

The  territorial  legislature  saw,  as  every  one  saw,  that  the 
Indians,  hemmed  in  by  the  sea  and  unable  to  fly,  would  fight 
until  the  last  brave  was  exterminated.  This  war  would  cost 
the  lives  of  four  or  five  white  men  to  every  Indian  that  was 
killed.  So  the  legislature  resolved  upon  an  expedient.  They 
sent  to  Havana,  and  purchased  at  an  enormous  expense  the 
most  famous  kennel  of  blood-hounds  in  the  world.  With  these 
animals,  which  had  been  trained  to  the  pursuit  of  fugitive  slaves, 
it  was  purposed  to  hunt  out  the  Indians,  and  by  this  means 
track,  overpower,  and  kill.  Five  experienced  Spaniards  accom- 
panied the  troop  of  blood-hounds.  They  were  attached  to  each 
column  of  troops,  attended  by  their  keepers.  The  animals  were 
fed  liberally  upon  bloody  meat,  to  supply  which  young  calves 
accompanied  each  detachment,  a-nd  then,  being  put  upon  the 
Indian  trail,  started  forward  in  the  horrible  and  fiendish  pursuit. 
Such  were  the  means  adopted  in  the  nineteenth  century  to  drive 
a  people  from  the  land  which  was  their  own. 

The  Spanish  Indians  inhabiting  the  southern  extremity  of 
the  peninsula,  finding  themselves  encroached  upon  more  and 
more  by  their  brethren  from  the  north,  who,  amid  hardships 
which  it  is  impossible  to  imagine,  much  more  to  describe,  were 
gradually  being  beaten  back  by  the  whites,  now  began  to  take 
a  hand  in  the  war.  They  pillaged  certain  unfortunate  vessels 
which  were  wrecked  upon  their  coast,  and  murdered  the  seamen. 
They  even  attacked  the  little  settlements  on  the  islands  along 
the  western  coast.    Indian  Key  was  a  small  island  about  twenty 


THE  SORROWS  OF  THE  SEMINOLES. 


507 


miles  from  the  main-land.  Here,  among  others,  lived  Doctor 
Perrine,  a  scientific  man  of  high  literary  attainments,  who,  in- 
spired by  an  enthusiasm  for  scientific  research,  had,  with  his 
family,  made  this  spot  his  home,  in  order  to  carry  forward  an 
investigation  of  the  botanical  species  of  Florida. 

On  the  7th  of  August,  1840,  about  two  o'clock  in  the  morn- 
ing, the  Perrines,  in  common  Avith  the  other  people  of  the  island, 
were  awakened  from  their  sleep  by  Indian  yells,  and  a  number 
of  shots  fired.  At  that  moment  the  glass  in  their  windows  was 
crushed  by  missiles  from  without.  Mrs.  Perrine  and  her  three 
children  hurried  down  stairs  to  a  room  from  which  a  trap-door 
led  to  the  cellar.  The  cellar  was  used  for  bathing,  the  tide  fill- 
ing it  twice  a  day.  Doctor  Perrine  saw  his  family  safely  down 
into  this  place,  and  then  returned  to  the  piazza  to  find  out  what 
was  the  matter.  Mrs.  Perrine  and  her  daughters  passed  through 
the  water  and  crawled  into  a  small  place  about  three  feet  high 
and  ten  feet  long,  constructed  of  plank  and  rocks,  through 
which  the  tide  had  access  to  the  cellar.  No  sooner  were  they 
secreted  in  this  hole  than  they  heard  the  doctor  talking  with 
the  Indians  in  Spanish,  and  telling  them  that  he  was  a  phy- 
sician. At  this  the  Indians  ran  off  with  a  shout,  joining  the 
others  in  the  work  of  pillaging,  firing  other  houses  on  the  island, 
and  massacring  the  inhabitants.  Doctor  Perrine  then  shut 
the  trap-door,  and  placed  a  heavy  chest  over  it,  determined  if 
possible,  to  conceal  the  retreat  of  his  family  and  brave  the 
worst  himself. 

At  daylight  the  Indians  returned.  They  commenced  batter- 
ing in  the  doors  and  windows.  The  doctor  fled  to  the  cupola, 
which  was  entered  by  a  heavy  trap-door.  The  Indians  swarmed 
through  the  rooms  in  search  of  the  occupants.  They  turned 
over  beds,  broke  open  closets,  and  tried  every  door  without  suc- 
cess. At  last  they  concentrated  their  efforts  on  the  heavy  door 
leading  to  the  cupola.  For  a  time  it  resisted  their  efforts. 
At  last  it  gave  way  beneath  their  terrific  assaults,  and  with 
wild  yells  the  Indians  rushed  up  i^ito  the  cupola  and  mas- 


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INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


sacred  the  unfortunate  man  who  had  retreated  to  that  spot. 
All  this  the  family  heard  from  their  concealment  in  the  cellar. 

At  last  the  savages  were  heard  to  descend  the  steps  and 
commence  smashing  the  crockery,  glass,  and  doors  of  the  house, 
taking  savage  joy  in  the  mere  act  of  destruction.  Trunks  and 
chests  of  clothing  were  dragged  out  of  the  house  and  loaded 
into  boats.  Two  Indians  came  around  the  house  to  the  place 
where  the  plank  covered  the  spot  in  which  Mrs.  Perrine  and 
her  children  were  concealed.  One  of  them  lifted  a  board  and 
looked  in,  but  fortunately  the  family  were  crouched  at  the  far-, 
ther  end  of  the  hole,  and  escaped  discovery  in  the  darkness. 

In  a  little  while  the  unhappy  people  detected  a  smell  of 
smoke.  It  grew  stronger  and  stronger.  They  could  hear  the 
roar  of  the  flames  in  the  dwelling  above.  In  a  half  an  hour  the 
rafters  gave  way,  and  the  whole  flaming  structure  fell  with  a 
terrific  crash  into  the  cellar.  The  smoke  became  intolerable. 
The  planks  above  them  took  fire.  To  avoid  suffocation  they 
plastered  their  heads  with  mud,  and  threw  the  water  constantly 
over  their  faces  as  well  as  upon  the  planks,  in  a  vain  attempt  to 
extinguish  the  flames. 

From  the  spot  where  the  family  were  concealed,  by  chance 
there  led  a  turtle-crawl.  Henry  Perrine,  a  lad,  in  spite  of  his 
mother's  entreaties,  began  to  scream  Avith  the  agonies  of  suffoca- 
tion. Discovering  the  turtle-crawl  through  an  opening  between 
the  posts,  he  proceeded  to  push  the  posts  aside,  and  declaring 
that  he  would  rather  be  killed  by  the  savages  than  burnt  to 
death,  attempted  to  get  out.  The  aperture,  however,  was  too 
small.  With  his  fingers  and  nails  he  tore  away  the  mud  into 
which  the  palmetto  post  was  sunk,  and  by  the  most  strenuous 
efforts  pulled  it  out  of  its  socket.  The  boy  instantly  passed 
into  the  turtle-crawl  and  out  into  the  open  air. 

Mrs.  Perrine  and  her  tw^o  daughters,  fearful  to  foUow 
the  boy,  yet  unable  to  remain  where  they  were,  dug  away 
another  post  and  passed  uiidei*  a  wharf  which  was  constructed 
at  the  spot.    On  this  struclurc  iliree  cords  of  wood  were  burn- 


THE  SORROWS  OF  THE  SEMIXOLES. 


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ing.  The  floor  over  their  heads  was  almost  consumed,  and  the 
coals  dropped  through  upon  them  as  thev  passed.  As  they 
reached  the  shore  the  whole  structure  fell  in.  Had  they  been 
a  moment  later  they  would  have  been  buried  in  a  grave  of  fire. 

Mrs.  Perrine  at  once  caught  sight  of  a  launch,  and  beckoning 
to  her  son.  who  was  crouching  near  by.  they  waded  out  to  it  and 
sprang  aboard.  The  launch  was  grounded.  The  boy  and  the 
largest  girl  at  once  jumped  into  the  water  up  to  their  necks,  and 
managed  slowly  to  push  the  launch  off  the  shoal.  With  a  pad- 
dle and  two  poles  they  proceeded  about  a  mile,  when  they  were 
picked  up  by  a  schooner,  to  which  a  number  of  the  inhabitants 
of  the  place  had  already  fled  for  refuge.  The  launch  in  which 
they  had  made  their  escape  was  one  which  the  Indians  had 
been  loading  with  plunder.  In  a  few  days  the  unhapp}'  family 
were  transported  to  St.  Augustine. 

The  Seminoles  were  certainly  the  most  tantalizing  of  all  the 
American  Indians.  The  entire  territory  of  Florida  was  divided 
up  among  their  chiefs,  each  of  whom  operated  in  his  own  re- 
spective section.  Sometimes  the  blow  was  one  of  open  violence, 
sometimes  of  secret  stealth,  and  not  infrequently  it  was  an 
exasperating  prank.  Of  course  the  whole  country  was  tired  of 
the  war.  The  officers  bit  ^gerly  at  every  hint  at  submission 
by  the  Indians. 

In  November,  1840,  after  infinite  pains.  Halleck-Tustenuggee 
and  Tiger  Tail  were  induced  to  come  to  Fort  King.  They  re- 
mained three  or  four  days.  They  pretended  the  utmost  humility, 
and  from  their  words  one  would  have  thought  the  w^hole  Indian 
Ibrce  was  about  to  surrender.  They  ate  very  heartily  of  the 
provisions  of  the  fort,  and  several  times  a  day  would  request 
the  commander  to  make  some  one  of  their  band,  who  appeared 
to  have  straggled  into  the  fort  by  accident,  a  present  of  food. 
These  stragglers  would  at  once  disappear  with  the  supplies  ;  no 
doubt  carrying  them  to  a  hidden  camp,  where  many  a  chuckle 
was  indulged  in  at  the  expense  of  the  Americans. 

The  ofiicers  of  the  fort  innocently  believed  that  peace  was 


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INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


at  hand.  One  morning  they  found  that  their  artful  guests  had 
fled.  The  whole  thing  was  a  trick  to  secure  a  few  days  of  high 
living!  The  next  move  of  these  scamps  was  more  tragic.  Fif- 
teen soldiers  were  escorting  Mrs.  Montgomery  from  Micanopy 
to  a  point  eight  miles  distant,  when  they  were  attacked  by  In- 
dians. Mrs.  Montgomery  was  killed  by  a  ball  in  her  breast. 
The  handful  of  men  fought  hand  to  hand,  but  were  overpowered 
and  slain.  Considerable  plunder  fell  into  the  hands  of  the 
greedy  savages.  Strange  as  it  may  seem,  Cosa-Tustenuggee  was 
frightened  at  this  atrocity,  for  "  conscience  doth  make  cowards 
of  us  all."  He  came  in  soon  after  and  surrendered  to  the  whites, 
consenting  to  exile. 

All  attempts  to  track  these  marauding  parties  seemed  futile. 
The  trail  was  lost  in  the  nearest  marsh,  and  the  clue  could  not 
be  regained.  The  Indians  made  their  homes  in  the  center  of 
immense  hummocks  or  jungles.  Here,  unseen  and  unsuspected, 
their  squaws  cultivated  considerable  patches  of  land,  and  to 
these  retreats  they  fled  for  concealment  after  some  outrage. 

Halleck-Tustenuggee's  operations,  as  we  have  seen,  filled  the 
country  north,  west,  and  south  of  St.  Augustine  with  perpetual 
alarm.  In  March,  1841,  he  appeared  in  the  neighborhood  of 
Fort  Brooks,  on  the  Oklawaha  River.  A  soldier  came  out  for 
a  hunt,  and  was  shot.  The  Indians  danced  and  yelled  over  his 
body,  hoping  to  tease  the  garrison  into  coming  out  of  the  fort 
for  an  attack.  The  garrison,  believing  that  a  long  expected 
provision  train  was  being  attacked,  sallied  forth,  resolving  to  die 
in  battle  rather  than  of  starvation.  The  valor  of  the  men 
availed  to  beat  off  the  Indians  with  heavy  loss,  a  circumstance 
which  gave  their  chief  food  for  thought. 

Waxehadjo  was  a  chief,  whose  face  was  as  ugly  as  his  name, 
who  carried  on  his  bloody  warfare  near  Tampa,  on  the  West 
Florida  coast.  One  day  word  was  brought  to  Fort  Brooke,  at 
Tampa,  of  the  murder  of  a  mail  carrier  on  the  road  to  Fort 
Cross.  A  party  of  mounted  soldiers  at  once  started  in  pursuit 
of  the  murderers.    The  pursuers  came  upon  them  early  in  the 


THE  SORROWS  OF  THE  SEMINOLES. 


511 


morning.  The  chief  and  two  Indians  were  sitting  by  a  camp- 
fire,  having  just  breakfasted  on  the  provisions  in  the  })oor  mail 
man's  pouch.  In  the  midst  of  the  coals  on  Avhich  the  meal  had 
been  cooked  they  had  placed  the  gory  head  of  the  murdered 
victim,  where  the  soldiers  were  horrified  to  see  it.  The  two 
common  Indians  succeeded  in  escaping.  The  chief  took  refuge 
in  a  pooL  The  white  men  discovered  his  hiding  place  by  some 
bubbles  coming  up  through  the  water.  Several  rifles  were  fired, 
and  a  soldier  wading  in  found  him  grasping  the  grass  in  the 
bottom,  in  the  last  agonies  of  death.  His  body  was  nailed  to 
a  tree,  "  as  a  warning  to  his  companions."  Had  an  Indian  done 
as  much  to  the  body  of  a  white  enemy,  it  would  have  been 
spoken  of  as     horrid  brutality." 

All  ordinary  methods  of  scouting  failing,  the  Americans  or- 
ganized canoe  bands,"  which  threaded  the  inland  waters  of 
Florida  to  their  innermost  recesses  to  track  out  the  Indians. 
This  plan,  which  is  another  illustration  of  the  fact  that  genius 
for  warfare  is  really  a  genius  for  adaptation  to  the  peculiar  cir- 
cumstances of  the  war,  was,  in  a  measure,  successful.  The 
ordinary  movement  of  troops  was  entirely  inadequate  to  deal 
with  the  problem.  "  Marches  of  weeks  and  months,  through 
deep  sand  and  muddy  water,  burdened  with  a  knapsack  and 
musket,  exposed  to  a  vertical  sun  and  drenching  rains,  brought 
the  troops  no  nearer  the  enemy,  who,  with  his  rifle  and  a  few 
companions,  watched  their  weary  progress  from  day  to  day, 
intercepting  detachments  at  every  point,  with  a  fleetness,  unex- 
ampled, eluding  and  misleading  by  their  intimate  knowledge  of 
the  country.  Hardly  could  the  troops  reach  their  destination, 
before  the  section  of  the  country  which  they  had  just  left  w^ould 
be  alarmed  by  the  inroads  of  the  Indians." 

In  January,  1841,  four  hundred  men  set  out  from  Tampa 
toward  the  Kissimmee  River.  On  the  way  the  men  built  Fort 
Carroll,  and  encamped  later  at  Fort  Gardner.  The  whole  coun- 
try was  found  to  be  overflowed.  Finding  it  impossible  to  pro- 
ceed with  their  plan,  it  was  re,  o]\  o<l  to  attempt  an  interview 


512  INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 

with  the  gicjit  Coacoochee,  or  Wild  Cat,  who  was  believed  to 
inhabit  an  island  in  Lake  Tobopekaliga .  Micco,  an  aged  Indian, 
friendly  to  the  Americans,  undertook  to  hunt  up  the  chief,  and 
try  to  arrange  for  a  council.  As  a  special  reason  for  believing 
that  this  might  be  secured,  the  whites  had  in  their  camp 
the  daughter  of  Coacoochee,  who  had  been  captured  in  a  skir- 
mish. The  chief  himself  had  been  committing  a  new  outrage, 
having  killed  and  robbed  a  party  of  strolling  actors  near  St. 
Augustine,  and  was  concealed  with  unusual  care. 

Micco  at  last  returned,  saying  that  Coacoochee  was  hid  in  a 
cypress  swamp,  four  days'  journey  from  the  camp,  but  that  he 
had  consented  to  come  in  and  have  a  talk.  On  the  appointed 
day  he  was  seen  approaching  the  camp,  accompanied  by  seven 
trusty  warriors.  A  curious  sight  presented  itself.  From  the 
plunder  of  the  theatrical  party  the  Indians  had  rigged  them- 
selves out  in  all  the  gaudy  finery  of  the  stage.  Coacoochee 
was  dressed  in  the  toga  of  imperial  purple,  which  cloaked  the 
noble  form  of  Julius  Csesar.  Another  wore  the  hideous  cos- 
tume of  Richard  III.  Horatio  in  modest  garb  walked  swiftly 
by  the  side  of  FalstatF.  Scarlet  vests  and  glittering  spangles 
were  distributed  freely  among  the  singular  company. 

At  the  sound  of  her  father's  voice  Coacoochee's  daughter 
sprang  past  the  guard  at  the  door  of  her  tent,  and  ran  to  his 
open  arms.  With  the  instinct  of  a  savage  she  gave  him  at  once 
a  handful  of  broken  cartridges  and  bullets,  which  she  had  picked 
up  around  the  camp.  The  young  chief  won  the  confidence  of 
the  whites  by  his  noble  and  open  bearing  and  eloquent  tongue. 
"  The  white  man  comes ;  he  grows  pale  and  sick  here,  while  his 
red  brother  thrives  in  the  land  the  Great  Spirit  has  given  him. 
Why  may  we  not  live  here  in  peace  ?  The  w^hite  men  are  as 
thick  as  the  leaves  in  the  hummock.  They  come  upon  us  thicker 
every  day.  They  may  shoot  us ;  they  may  drive  our  children 
night  and  day ;  they  may  chain  our  hands  and  feet,  but  the  red 
man's  heart  will  be  always  free."  Yet  he  ended  by  promising 
to  assemble  his  people  at  Tampa,  and  take  them  into  exile. 


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Coacoochee  ^'as  perliaps  sincere  in  his  professions.  For 
many  montlis  he  claimed  to  be  working  to  induce  his  tribe  to 
emigrate.  But  the  patience  of  the  whites  was  exhausted.  On 
the  21st  of  May.  1S42.  he  came  to  Fort  Pierce,  as  he  had  been 
accustomed  to  du  tu  request  supplies  of  whisky  and  food.  His 
arrest,  previously  decided  upon,  was  put  into  execution.  He 
was  at  first  taken  tu  Xew  Orleans,  but  was  returned  in  chdns 
to  Tampa  Bay. 

Meanwhile  the  war  proceeded  somewhat  more  favorabh'  for 
the  Americans,  but  with  the  usual  number  of  romantic  incidents, 
lu  June  cur  expedition  of  forty  trained  scouts  set  out  to  surprise 
the  camp  of  Halleck-Tustenuggee.  The  men.  after  a  fatigtiing 
journey,  arrived  at  the  edge  of  a  swamp,  six  miles  wide,  on 
the  opposite  side  of  which  the  Indians  were  supposed  to  be 
encamped.  It  was  the  hour  of  midnight.  The  horses  were 
hastily  picketed,  and  every  useless  burden  left  on  the  margin 
of  the  morass.  To  the  dense  shades  of  the  cypress  swamp  was 
added  the  darkness  of  a  moonless  night.  Guided  by  stalwart 
negroes,  unable  to  see  their  hands  before  them,  marching  through 
the  water  four  feet  deep,  the  force  of  two  hundred  men  started 
across  the  swamp. 

At  daybreak  a  halt  was  called.  Just  forty-six  men  were 
present.  The  rest  were  struggling  through  the  swamps,  or  had 
ceased  all  struggles  forever.  The  men  crawled  stealthily  toward 
the  cluster  dian  huts,  which  was  in  sight.  A  gun  was  fired 
when  close  tiie  lodges  to  rouso  the  occupants,  but  the  breath- 
less watchers  Avere  chagrined  tu  discover  not  a  sign  of  life.  The 
dull  rumble  of  the  explosion  died  away  among  the  cypress-trees, 
but  no  war-whoop  met  the  ears  of  the  white  men.  and  no  sav- 
ages attempted  to  escape.  Xot  a  human  being  occupied  the 
huts.  The  men  could  only  express  their  chagrin  and  disappoint- 
ment, after  all  their  fruitless  toil,  bv  setting  fire  to  the  sheds. 
The  wearv  march  back,  throuiih  the  shades  of  death,  was  all 
that  remained  for  them. 

Another  band  of  scouts  scoured  the  Wahoo  swamp.  Four 


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INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


large  corn-fielcls  with  growing  crops  were  found  hidden  in  the 
recesses  of  the  vast  morass.  While  destroying  these,  early  one 
morning,  an  Indian  w^as  discovered  approaching  in  a  canoe. 
Perceiving  the  white  men,  he  instantly  put  about  and  using 
his  paddle  with  wonderful  effect,  made  every  effort  to  escape. 
Finding  himself  unable  to  avoid  his  pursuers,  he  sprang  from 
his  canoe  and  disappeared  in  the  swamp.  Several  shots  were 
fired  at  him,  and  he  was  believed  to  have  fallen.  The  soldiers 
jumped  from  their  boats  into  four  feet  of  water,  and  searched 
the  swamp  in  all  directions.  His  canoe  floated  idly  on  the  stag- 
nant water,  and  the  spot  wdiere  the  Indian  had  jumped  was 
marked  by  the  break  in  the  heavy  green  scum,  but  the  savage 
himself  was  nowhere  to  be  seen.  Months  afterward  this  man 
was  captured.  He  said  that  the  soldiers  on  this  occasion  had 
passed  right  by  him  while  he  lay  concealed  in  the  water,  cover- 
ing his  face  with  a  leaf  of  a  pond  lily.. 

Coacoochee  reached  Tampa  Bay  early  in  July,  1841.  On 
the  morning  of  the  4th  he  and  his  warriors,  loaded  with  chains, 
were  brought  up  on  the  deck  of  the  transport,  which  was 
anchored  in  the  harbor,  for  a  council  with  Colonel  Worth,  who 
had  become  commander-in-chief  of  the  Florida  army.  The  coun- 
cil was  a  dramatic  occasion.  ^  The  spirit  of  the  Indians  was 
utterly  broken  by  their  misfortunes.  Colonel  Worth  spoke 
firmly  but  kindly  to  his  great  captive,  giving  him  to  understand 
that  the  war  must  end,  and  that  unless  Coacoochee  induced  his 
tribe  to  emigrate  within  a  certain  time  to  Arkansas,  that  he  and 
his  warriors  should  be  hung.  At  the  close  of  his  speech  there 
w^as  a  long  silence. 

At  last  a  clanking  of  chains  announced  that  Coacoochee  was 
struggling  to  his  feet  to  reply.  In  eloquent  words  he  reviewed 
his  life  and  the  misfortunes  of  his  people,  and  at  last  came  to 
the  practical  question  of  the  moment.  "You  say  I  must  end 
the  war!  Look  at  these  irons!  Can  I  go  to  my  warriors? 
Coacoochee  chained?  No;  do  not  ask  me  to  see  them.  I  never 
wish  to  tread  upon  my  land  unless  I  am  free.    If  I  can  go  to 


THE  SORROWS  OF  THE  SEMINOLES. 


515 


them  unchained,  they  will  follow  me  in;  but  I  fear  they  will  not 
obey  me  when  I  talk  to  them  in  irons.  They  will  say  my 
heart  is  weak;  that  I  am  afraid.  Could  1  go  free  they  will 
surrender  and  emigrate." 

Of  course  this  was  impossible.  Once  more  Colonel  Worth 
assured  him  that  unless  his  people  w^ould  come  in  by  an  ap- 
pointed day,  the  setting  sun  would  witness  his  execution.  The 
vessel  lay  two  miles  from  the  shore.  The  prisoners  were  sur- 
rounded day  and  night  by  strong  guards.  Escape  was  impos- 
sible.   So  Coacoochee  accepted  the  terms. 

Five  trusty  messengers  were  released  to  carry  his  talk  to 
his  people.  To  them  he  said  :  '*  If  your  hearts  are  bad,  let  me 
see  them  now;  take  them  in  your  hands  and  let  me  know  that 
they  are  false;  but  do  not,  like  dogs,  bite  me  as  soon  as  you 
turn  your  backs.  Say  to  my  band  that  my  feet  are  chained, 
yet  I  send  them  my  word  as  true  from  the  heart  as  if  I  were 
with  them.  The  great  white  chief  says  w^hen  my  band  comes 
in,  I  shall  again  walk  free.  He  has  given  you  forty  days  to  do 
this  business  in.  Take  these  sticks;  here  are  thirty-nine,  one 
for  each  day;  this,  much  larger  than  the  rest,  with  blood  upon 
it,  is  the  fortieth.  When  the  others  are  thrown  away,  and  this 
only  remains,  say  to  my  people  that  with  the  setting  sun  Coa- 
coochee hangs  like  a  dog,  with  none  but  w^hite  men  to  hear  his 
last  words." 

The  voice  of  the  speaker  had  sunk  almost  to  a  whisper.  The 
awed  bystanders  heard  some  broken  words,  by  which  he  sent  a 
remembrance  to  his  wife  and  child.  With  this  the  scene  ended. 
The  chains  were  taken  from  the  five  messengers,  and  they 
stepped  over  the  side  of  the  vessel  into  a  row-boat.  The  chief, 
whose  fate  they  held  in  their  hands,  stood  immovable,  following 
them  with  his  eyes  as  far  as  they  could  be  seen.  During  the 
days  that  followed  the  lines  of  anxiety  in  his  face  deepened 
perceptibly.  He  would  sit  all  day  with  his  eyes  turned  land- 
ward, looking  eagerly  for  the  appearance  of  his  people.  When 
the  sun  set  each  day  far  across  the  lonely  gulf,  without  the 


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arrival  of  any  Indians,  he  sighed  heavily,  and  sank  into  deeper 
melancholy. 

Coacoochee's  people  were  loyal  to  him.  In  time  they  began 
to  gather  on  the  low  shores  of  Tampa  Bay.  The  chief's  spirits 
revived.  At  last  the  full  number  of  his  band  were  present. 
When  the  news  was  announced  the  whole  bearing  of  the  man 
changed.  From  the  humble  and  gloomy  captive,  he  altered 
suddenly  into  the  proud  and  haughty  chief.  "  Take  off  my 
irons,"  he  cried,  "  that  I  may  once  more  meet  my  warriors  Hke 
a  man."  This,  though  hazardous,  was  done,  that  the  promise 
of  Colonel  Worth  might  be  fulfilled.  Coacoochee  dressed  him- 
self in  his  grandest  attire.  His  breast  glittered  with  silver 
ornaments.  A  red  sash  was  bound  around  his  waist.  Three 
ostrich  plumes  ornamented  his  crimson  turban.  Impatiently 
springing  into  the  boat,  he  started  for  the  shore.  As  his  foot 
touched  the  soil,  he  drew  his  manly  form  to  its  utmost  height, 
waved  his  arms,  and  uttered  a  terrific  whoop. 

Though  Coacoochee's  tribe  had  thus  submitted,  the  work  was 
but  begun.  His  wide  influence  was  yet  to  be  exerted  over 
other  bands  and  chiefs.  Eighty  miles  south  of  Tampa  Bay, 
the  Americans  had  pitched  a  camp  on  Pease  Creek,  for  the 
purpose  of  having  a  basis  for  an  invasion  of  the  Big  Cypress 
Swamp  and  the  Everglades.  To  this  camp  Sole-Micco,  a 
friendly  Indian,  one  day  came  for  refuge.  Four  months  pre- 
vious he  had  gone  to  carry  a  friendly  talk  to  Hospetarke.  Just 
before  his  arrival  among  the  latter's  band,  a  council  had  been 
held  which  had  decreed  that  the  bearer  of  any  message  from 
the  whites  should  be  put  to  death. 

Sole-Micco  was  suspected,  but  sAvore  that  he  was  hunting 
for  his  mother,  who  was  behoved  to  reside  somewhere  in  Big 
Swamp.  The  prophet  of  the  tribe  announced  that  he  would  find 
out  whether  the  story  was  true.  He  built  ten  fires  in  a  circle, 
divided  his  time  between  praying  and  dancing,  got  out  his  sup- 
plies of  roots,  snake  skins,  and  young  alligators,  examined  the 
palm  of  the  Indian,  and  at  last  announced  that  the  latter  had 


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lied.  Had  not  Sole-Micco  had  some  relatives  in  the  band  who 
prepared  to  fight  in  his  behalf,  he  would  have  been  killed. 

When  Sole-Micco  reported  to  Coacoochee  the  hostility  of 
this  band  and  the  vicious  influence  of  the  prophet,  the  chief 
feared  lest  he  might  render  other  bands  unmanageable.  He 
at  once  sent  his  younger  brother  to  the  band  with  a  peace-talk. 
Hospetarke  agreed  to  come  into  the  camp  on  Pease  Creek  and 
hold  a  council.  For  a  week  the  old  rascal  kept  sending  word 
to  the  camp  each  day  that  he  was  coming,  but  was  very  old, 
very  sick,  and  very  tired,  and  required  whisky,  food,  and 
tobacco  to  give  him  strength  to  make  the  journey.  His  state- 
ments must  have  been  true,  as  he  could  only  travel  two  or 
three  miles  a  day  without  sending  in  for  more  supplies.  While 
he  was  advancing  at  a  snail's  pace,  Coacoochee  was  also  on  his 
way  to  Pease  Creek.  The  latter  arriving,  was  suffered  to  go 
alone  to  the  old  Indian's  camp  and  bring  him  in. 

It  was  evident  that  the  old  chief  was  simply  playing  a  game, 
and  that  he  must  be  met  with  a  counter-stratagem.  A  council 
was  appointed  to  be  held  in  the  cabin  of  the  vessel  which  had 
bi'ought  Colonel  Worth  and  Coacoochee  down  the  coast.  The 
Indians  assembled  in  the  apartment  at  the  appointed  hour,  and 
were  secretly  surrounded  by  soldiers.  At  a  given  signal  the 
doors  were  closed  and  every  Indian  was  made  a  prisoner.  Wild 
and  fierce  was  the  storm  of  abuse  which  raged  when  the  Indians 
discovered  the  treachery.  At  this  moment  Coacoochee,  in  order 
that  he  might  not  be  believed  to  have  a  share  in  the  conspir- 
acy, came  into  the  cabin  with  a  whisky  bottle  in  his  hand,  pre- 
tending to  be  drunk.  He  railed  at  the  white  men  for  betraying 
his  friends,  while  he  was  enjoying  his  bottle,  and  succeeded  in 
diverting  all  suspicion  from  himself.  The  warriors  selected  a 
few  messengers  to  bring  in  their  women  and  children,  and  the 
whole  band  was  then  taken  to  Tampa  Bay  in  chains. 

The  assemblage  of  Indians  at  Tampa  Bay  became  restless. 
Coacoochee  had  exhausted  his  ingenuity  in  the  way  of  ball- 
plays,  dances  and  games,  to  content  the  Indians  and  occupy 


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their  minds  while  the  plans  for  securing  the  submission  of  others 
were  being  executed.  The  assemblage  was  becoming  impatient 
and  explosive.  Numbers  of  troops  guarded  the  camp  at  every 
point.  At  night  a  space  of  two  miles'  square  was  lit  up  by 
lines  of  beacon  fires,  so  that  the  movements  of  every  person 
in  the  camp  were  distinctly  visible.  Coacoochee  was  anxious  to 
bring  the  long  delay  to  a  close.  The  eleventh  day  of  October 
was  set  as  the  day  for  sailing. 

As  soon  as  the  announcement  was  made,  the  camp  became 
the  scene  of  strange  activities.  Young  and  old,  little  and  big, 
set  to  work  pounding  corn  for  the  journey.  The  fabulous  stories 
which  had  so  long  been  current  were  revived.  A  dozen  times 
a  day  Coacoochee,  who  had  been  to  New  Orleans  and  back,  was 
called  upon  to  reassure  his  people  that  when  at  sea,  beyond  the 
sight  of  land,  they  were  not  to  be  cast  overboard. 

The  departure  from  their  native  land  into  exile  was  a  sor- 
rowful experience.  Yet  the  interests  and  feelings  of  the  multi- 
tude, packed  into  the  little  vessel,  were  widely  different.  First 
there  were  the  Seminoles,  of  w^honi  we 'have  heard  much.  Then 
there  were  the  negroes.  These  latter  were  isolated  by  a  bar- 
barism, a  savagery  peculiar  to  themselves.  They  were  mostly 
runaways,  or  captives  taken  by  the  Indians  from  their  masters 
in  Georgia  and  Alabama.  They  had  their  own  sorrows,  which  it 
does  not  fall  within  the  scope  of  this  book  to  detail.  K  the 
records  of  the  time  are  to  be  believed,  they  were  far  more 
blood-thirsty,  more  fiercely  brutal,  more  utterly  inhuman,  than 
the  Indians  themselves.  They  gloried  in  the  war  because  peace 
meant  to  them  simply  slavery,  while  war  meant  wild  and  hid- 
eous license.  "Ten  resolute  negroes,"  it  is  said,  "with  a  knowl- 
edge of  the  country,  were  sufficient  to  desolate  the  frontier  from 
one  end  to  the  other." 

Besides  these  two  unhappy  peoples  there  were  also  a  small 
number  of  Mickasukie  Indians.  These  were  the  original  occu- 
pants of  Florida.  They  regarded  with  equal  bitterness  and 
hatred  the  negroes,  the  Seminoles,  and  the  whites.    To  them 


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THE  SORROWS  OF  THE  SEMINOLES. 


they  were  all  alike,  invaders  and  enemies.  Halleck  Tustenug- 
gee  was  their  chief.  In  camp  they  had  obstinately  refused 
rations,  when  issued  with  those  of  the  Seminoles  or  negroes. 
Even  when  packed  on  board  the  filthy  vessel  they  refused  to 
share  the  society  of  the  unhappy  wretches  about  them,  but 
shut  themselves  off  in  one  corner  of  the  ship  in  the  solitude 
of  sorrow. 

Thus,  loaded  with  people  of  such  different  varieties  of 
wretchedness,  the  vessel  moved  slowly  down  the  bay.  In  the 
dense  throng  now  and  then  a  convulsive  sob  escaped  from  the 
negroes  or  the  squaws,  but  in  general  the  crowd  preserved  a 
profound  silence.  Hour  after  hour  they  watched  the  receding 
shores  with  fixed  and  melancholy  gaze  until  twilight  hid  them 
from  their  view.  In  the  morning  no  land  was  in  sight.  With 
the  departure  of  Coacoochee  the  most  dangerous  and  the  most 
noble  of  all  the  Indian  chiefs  was  removed  from  Florida. 

The  war  in  Florida  continued  to  rage  for  a  year  or  two 
longer.  Little  by  little  the  genius  of  Colonel  Worth  availed  to 
detach  separate  bands  of  Indians  from  the  rest,  obtain  their  sub- 
mission, and  transport  them  to  Arkansas.  The  American  troops 
who  had  become  rather  scouts  than  soldiers,  threaded  their  way 
to  the  darkest  and  most  inaccessible  spots  in  Florida,  hunted  the 
Indians  from  their  hiding  places,  captured  the  warriors,  and 
humiliated  their  chiefs.  Of  all  the  Indians  in  the  territory  at 
the  beginning  of  the  war  only  one  hundred  and  twenty,  capable 
of  bearing  arms,  remained  at  its  close.  The  policy  of  the  United 
States  in  this  war  has  always  been  regarded  as  a  blot  on  her 
fame.  Such  a  policy  has  never  been  pursued  toward  any  other 
tribe  of  Indians.  The  Sorrows  of  the  Seminoles  did  not  end 
with  their  exile  to  Arkansas.  It  is  safe  to  say  that  they  will 
not  do  so  until  the  last  unhappy  descendant  of  the  tribe  which 
produced  Osceola  and  Coacoochee  shall  have  passed  to  the  happy 
hunting  grounds. 


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CHAPTER  XV, 

BLACK  HAWK'S  HUMILIATION. 

HE  Sac  Indians  have  a  curious  account  of  cre- 
ation. According  to  their  story,  the  gods  in 
the  beginning  created  the  earth  and  every  spe- 
cies of  bird,  beast,  and  fish.  They  next  cre- 
ated a  man.  But  this  creature,  as  may  easily 
be  believed,  Avas  shortly  discovered  to  be  both 
cruel  and  foolish.  To  improve  him  the  gods 
put  into  him  the  heart  of  the  best  beast  they 
had  created.  This,  however,  failed  to  improve  its  perverse 
owner.  So  the  Almighty  took  a  piece  of  himself,  of  which  he 
made  a  heart  for  the  man,  who  at  once  became  wise  and  gentle. 
The  earth,  meanwhile,  brought  forth  fruits  in  abundance.  Be- 
sides man  it  was  inhabited  by  innumerable  giants  and  gods. 

It  seems,  according  to  this  tale,  that  another  tribe  of  gods, 
who  had  their  home  under  the  seas,  had  a  fuss  with  the  gods 
of  the  earth.  The  former  pooled  their  issues  with  the  giants 
for  the  purpose  of  destroying  their  common  enemy.  A  council 
was  held,  at  which,  after  much  debate,  it  was  decided  that  the 
allies  were  still  too  weak  to  attack  Wesukkah,  the  chief  god  of 
the  earth.  So  they  conceived  a  stratagem.  A  great  feast  was 
to  be  prepared  on  the  earth,  to  which  Wesukkah  should  be 
invited.  At  an  opportune  moment  his  enemies  would  then  fall 
upon  him  and  put  him  to  death.  But  Wesukkah  w^as  wide 
awake.  No  sooner  had  the  council  decided  on  this  plan  than 
Wesukkah's  younger  brother  appeared  in  the  midst  of  the 
assembly.    He  was  at  once  inquired  of^  "Where  is  thy  brother 


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Wesukkah?"  to  which  he  replied,  "I  know  not;  am  I  my 
brother's  keeper?"  The  conspirators,  seeing  their  plan  was  dis- 
covered, instantly  slew  the  young  god. 

Wesukkah  was  deeply  grieved  at  the  fate  of  his  brother. 
The  gods  who  dwell  above  the  clouds,  hearing  his  noisy  lamenta- 
tions, came  down  and  offered  to  help  him  destroy  his  enemies. 
Frightened  at  their  danger,  the  gods  from  under  the  sea  had  run 
off,  leaving  their  friends,  the  giants,  alone  upon  earth.  The 
battle-field  between  Wesukkah  and  the  giants  was  a  flame  of 
fire.  The  giants  fought  bravely,  but  were  utterly  destroyed, 
not  one  of  their  number  being  left  alive. 

The  gods  under  the  sea,  frightened  at  the  fate  of  their  allies, 
instantly  besought  their  friends  for  help.  The  call  was  not  un- 
heeded. Through  the  influence  of  the  deities  of  the  thunder 
and  the  wind,  the  god  of  the  cold,  with  his  dreadful  armies  of 
frost,  snow,  hail  and  ice,  came  from  the  north,  and  smote  the 
whole  earth.  Every  river,  lake,  and  sea  was  converted  into  solid 
ice.  For  many  days  enormous  hailstones,  the  size  of  a  man's 
head,  smote  the  inhabitants  of  the  earth.  When  the  storm 
ceased,  all  of  them,  both  men,  beasts,  and  gods,  save  a  few 
choice  ones  of  each  kind,  which  Wesukkah  had  covered  with 
the  hollow  of  his  hand,  were  found  to  have  perished. 

In  the  process  of  time,  the  gods  of  the  sea  ventured  to  peep 
out  from  their  hiding-place,  and  seeing  Wesukkah  almost  entirely 
alone  upon  the  earth,  thought  that  now  their  enemy  might  indee^ 
be  conquered.  Every  attempt  failed,  and  the  gods  of  the  sea, 
finding  themseh^es  unable  to  secure  the  earth  for  their  own 
habitation,  gnashed  their  teeth,  and  resolved  to  destroy  it  alto- 
gether. They  besought  the  god  of  thunder  for  aid,  and  he, 
calling  together  all  his  clouds,  commanded  them  to  pour  water 
upon  the  earth.  This  order  they  obeyed,  and  the  flood  contin- 
ued until  the  whole  surface  of  the  earth,  including  the  highest 
mountains,  was  covered  with  water. 

Wesukkah,  however,  saw  the  deluge  coming,  and  took  some 
air  to  make  himself  a  boat.    Into  this  he  went,  taking  with  him 


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a  few  of  every  sort  of  living  creature,  including  man.  The  air 
boat  floated  safely  on  the  top  of  the  flood.  After  a  good  while, 
Wesukkah  commanded  a  fish  to  go  down  into  the  w^aters,  and 
bring  up  some  earth  from  the  bottom.  After  great  difficulty, 
the  fish  returned  with  a  mouthful  of  dirt,  out  of  which  Wesuk- 
kah, spreading  it  forth  on  the  surface  of  the  water,  formed  this 
earth.  Tired  Avith  their  long  confinement,  he  and  the  creatures 
that  were  with  him  in  his  air  boat  came  forth  and  inhabited  it. 

Though  the  Sacs  have  such  a  specific  account  of  creation, 
they  have  neglected  to  preserve  their  subsequent  history  with 
any  thing  like  detail.  All  we  know  is,  that  they  and  the  Foxes 
once  inhabited  the  shores  of  the  St.  Lawrence.  Being  attacked 
by  the  Iroquois,  they  fled  to  the  western  shores  of  Lake  Michi- 
gan, and  thence  to  the  valley  of  the  Mississippi.  Elsewhere  we 
have  related  the  story  of  the  assassination  of  the  great  Pontiac 
in  an  Illinois  village.  This  murder  was  the  cause  of  one  of  the 
most  terrible  Indian  w^ars  known  to  history.  The  Sacs  and 
Foxes  from  the  north,  together  with  a  large  number  of  Pon- 
tiacean  tribes,  invaded  the  fertile  plains  of  the  Illinois,  overran 
the  country,  destroyed  the  villages,  and  almost  utterly  annihil- 
ated the  great  Illinois  confederacy,  of  which  the  Kaskaskias,  the 
Peorias,  the  Miamis,  and  the  Meas  were  but  individual  tribes. 

Having  subjugated  and  massacred  the  inhabitants  of  the  fair 
region  to  which  the  name  of  the  ruined  confederacy  is  still  given, 
the  Sacs  and  Foxes  determined  to  remain  in  the  delightful 
country.  Their  principal  village  was  constructed  on  the  east 
side  of  Rock  River,  near  its  junction  wdth  the  Mississippi.  Of 
this  region  a  traveler  said,  more  than  a  century  ago,  "  It  is 
healthy  and  amazingly  fruitful.  The  grape,  the  plum,  the  goose- 
berry, and  various  other  native  fruits  abound.  The  w^ild  honey- 
suckle gives  its  perfume  to  the  air,  and  a  thousand  indigenous 
flowers  mingle  their  diversified  hues  with  the  verdure  of  the  plain." 

As  usual,  the  difficulties  of  the  United  States  with  these 
tribes  grew  out  of  a  treaty.  It  was  made  in  1804,  and  in  it  it 
was  agreed  by  the  Indians  to  give  up  about  all  their  territory  east 


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of  the  Mississippi,  for  a  small  annuity.  The  origin  of  this  treaty 
was  claimed  by  the  Indians  to  be  as  follows  :  In  1804  some  of 
the  Sacs  went  down  to  St.  Louis  to  try  to  secure  the  release 
of  one  of  their  friends,  who  was  under  arrest  for  murder.  The 
party  was  absent  a  long  time.  When  they  returned  they  were 
dressed  in  fine  clothes,  and  each  man  possessed  a  silver  medal. 
They  related  to  their  tribe  that  after  having  requested  the 
Americans  to  release  their  friend,  the  governor  told  them  that 
he  wanted  some  land.  Papers  were  drawn  up  and  eagerly 
signed  by  the  Indians,  thinking  that  the  safety  of  their  friend 
was  secured.  They  were  supplied  with  a  great  deal  of  whisky, 
and  were  so  drunk  during  their  stay  that  they  could  only 
remember  that  their  friend,  instead  of  being  restored  to  them, 
was  called  out  before  them  and  shot  dead  by  a  file  of  soldiers. 
This  is  the  account  which  the  great  chieftain  of  the  Sacs  after- 
ward gave  of  the  treaty. 

When  the  war  of  1812  broke  out,  Black  Hawk,  a  rising 
young  warrior  of  the  tribe,  yielding  to  the  solicitations  of 
Tecumseh  and  the  omnipresent  Simon  Girty,  resolved  to  join 
the  British  army,  taking  with  him  five  hundred  braves.  Black 
Hawk  soon  wearied  of  the  war  and  returned  home.  On  his 
way  he  visited  an  old  man,  the  father  of  a  boy  which  Black 
Hawk  had  adopted.  The  old  Indian,  lying  at  the  point  of 
death,  feebly  related  the  following  story : 

After  Black  Hawk's  departure  to  the  war,  he,  with  a  few 
others,  repaired  to  a  white  settlement  on  Salt  River,  to  pass  the 
winter.  He  and  his  boy  had  pitched  their  wigwam  near  a  small 
fort,  of  which  the  occupants  seemed  friendly.  One  evening  the 
young  hunter  did  not  return  to  the  lodge.  In  the  morning  the 
old  man  and  his  squaw,  with  hearts  full  of  apprehension,  started 
on  a  search  for  the  wanderer.  They  followed  his  tracks  through 
the  snow  till  a  deer  trail  was  reached.  Pursuing  this  for  some 
distance,  they  found  a  dressed  deer  which  he  had  killed,  hang- 
ing to  a  tree.  At  this  point  also,  were  the  tracks  of  white  men. 
The  snow  was  greatly  disturbed,  as  if  the  spot  had  been  the 


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scene  of  a  struggle.  In  one  place  they  discovered  a  stain  of 
blood  on  the  white  surface.  The  tracks  of  the  men  turned 
toward  the  fort.  Not  far  distant  the  boy  was  found  lying 
dead — shot,  stabbed,  and  scalped.  Black  Hawk  had  been  much 
attached  to  this  boy,  and  was  deeply  angered  at  the  outrage. 
Rejoining  his  warriors,  he  told  them  the  story,  and  the  whole 
body  resolved  to  return  to  the  war. 

When  Tecumseh  fell  dead  in  the  battle  of  the  Thames,  Black 
Hawk  was  fighting  by  his  side.  We  have  seen  how  Brant 
had  fought  under  the  great  Pontiac  years  before  he  himself 
came  into  fame.  It  is  not  extravagant  to  say  that  the  mind 
and  career  of  Brant  were  powerfully  influenced  by  the  char- 
acter and  fame  of  the  mighty  leader  whom  he  thus  supported. 
Tecumseh  himself,  though  born  after  Pontiac  had  been  buried 
in  his  forest  grave,  was,  even  more  than  Brant,  a  pupil  of  the 
great  conspirator.  The  far-reaching  influence  of  Pontiac,  which 
did  not  die  with  its  author,  may  therefore  be  traced  in  Black 
Hawk.  It  may  be  said  that  Black  HaAvk  was  but  an  echo  of 
Tecumseh,  and  thus  indirectly  of  Pontiac  himself.  "  The  evil 
that  men  do  lives  after  them." 

Few  incidents  are  related  of  Black  Haw4<:  from  the  time  of 
the  close  of  the  war  of  1812  to  the  year  1832,  when  he  became 
famous.  About  1820  a  young  Sac  killed  an  Indian  of  the  Iowa 
tribe.  In  imitation  of  the  whites,  these  tribes  had  rirranged 
to  surrender  the  murderer,  to  be  dealt  with  by  the  friends  of 
the  murdered  man.  A  party  of  Sacs,  with  Black  Hawk  at  their 
head,  prepared  for  the  diplomatic  journey  to  the  lowas,  which 
the  occasion  demanded.  At  the  moment  of  departure  they  dis- 
covered that  the  young  man  who  had  committed  the  murder 
was  ill.  He  would  nevertheless  have  accompanied  them  had 
not  his  brother  interfered.  The  latter,  with  high  generosity, 
insisted  that  his  brother  was  too  sick  to  travel,  and  that  he 
would  go  and  die  in  his  place. 

After  a  journey  of  seven  days  the  party  arrived  within 
sight  of  the  Iowa  village.    The  young  brave  went  calmly  for- 


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ward,  singing  hi.s  death-song,  t\m]  seated  himself  in  the  midst 
of  the  lodges.  A  deputation  of  chiefs  came  out  from  the  vil- 
lage, with  whom  Black  Hawk  held  a  short  talk,  explaining  that 
the  young  warrior,  who  had  surrendered  himself  to  them,  had, 
on  account  of  his  brother's  sickness,  taken  his  place,  and  had 
come  to  die  in  his  stead.  The  talk  ended.  The  lowas,  with 
impassive  countenances,  returned  to  the  village.-  Black  Hawk 
and  his  companions  took  a  last  look  at  their  doomed  friend, 
about  whom  a  crowd,  armed  with  sticks  and  stones,  was  already 
gathering,  and  sadly  turned  their  faces  homeward. 

That  evening,  while  in  camp,  the  rapid  gallop  of  a  horse 
was  heard.  The  dusky  company  seized  their  arms,  with  every 
ear  attent  and  every  eye  strained  to  pierce  the  darkness.  The 
horse  came  nearer  and  nearer.  Suddenly  the  rider  reined  in 
and  leaped  from  his  saddle,  right  into  their  midst.  It  was  the 
young  brave  who  had  been  left  behind.  The  lowas  had  at  first 
threatened  him.  But  when  his  generosity  and  self-sacrifice 
became  known  there  was  a  sudden  revulsion  of  feeling  among 
these  simple  children  of  the  forest.  Nature  taught  them  to 
instinctively  recognize  and  worship  the  hero.  It  is  civilization 
and  life  in  cities,  greed  and  selfishness,  which  blunt  this  fine 
instinct,  and  teach  men  to  ignore  and  sneer  at  heroism.  The 
lowas  had  not  only  released  their  prisoner,  but  sent  him  back 
to  his  people  with  a  present  of  two  fine  horses. 

A  year  or  two  after  this  touching  incident  Black  Hawk  and 
the  band  of  warriors,  who  with  admiring  devotion  followed  the 
footsteps  of  their  leader  everywhere,  were  encamped  on  the 
Two  Rivers  on  a  hunting  expedition.  One  day  some  white  set- 
tlers met  him  in  the  forest,  and  accused  him  of  having  killed 
some  of  their  hogs.  Black  Hawk  understood  their  language 
but  imperfectly.  At  last,  gathering  the  idea,  he  indignantly 
denied  the  charge.  The  white  ruffians  forthwith  jumped  on 
him,  snatched  away  his  gun  and  rendered  it  useless  by  firing  it 
in  the  air,  and  proceeded  to  beat  him  most  unmercifully  with 
sticks.    I'hey  then  returned  the  gun,  kicked  him,  and  told  him 

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to  leave  the  neighborhood.  From  this  outrage  Black  Hawk 
never  recovered.  The  humiliation  of  his  proud  spirit  was 
insufferable. 

In  the  summer  of  1823  the  United  States  urged  upon  the 
Sacs  and  Foxes  the  necessity  of  a  removal,  in  accordance  with 
the  treaty  of  1804,  of  which  we  have  spoken,  to  the  west  bank 
of  the  Mississippi.  This  caused  a  division  in  the  tribe.  Keo- 
kuk, the  great  peace  chief  of  the  Sacs,  whose  ascendancy  and 
influence  was  rapidly  overshadowing  that  of  Black  Hawk, 
favored  the  removal,  and  with  a  majority  of  the  tribe  withdrew 
to  the  Iowa  Biver.  Black  Hawk,  of  course,  took  the  opposite 
side  to  that  of  his  rival,  in  which  position  he  found  not  a  few 
supporters. 

The  site  of  their  village  at  the  mouth  of  Rock  River  was, 
as  has  been  said,  one  of  the  most  delightful  spots  in  the  north- 
west. Besides  its  natural  advantages  and  the  beauty  of  the 
scenery,  the  place  was  endeared  to  every  heart  by  associations. 
For  unnumbered  years  the  dead  of  every  family  had  been  buried 
under  the  shadow  of  the  stately  forest  trees.  Every  sorrow  of 
the  past  was  a  tie  which  bound  their  hearts  to  the  place.  Every 
joy  which  they  had  experienced  was  associated  in  memory  with 
this  home.  To  leave  the  one  seemed  to  be  giving  up  the  other. 
So  Black  Hawk  entered  a  violent  remonstrance  against  the  pro- 
ceedings of  the  whites,  and  refused  to  stir.  He  e^  en  went  fur- 
ther. When  a  white  man  undertook  to  sell  whisky  to  his  peo- 
ple Black  Hawk,  with  two  or  three  companions,  went  to  the 
house  and  rolled  out  the  barrels.  He  then  broke  in  the  heads, 
and  spilled  the  liquor  on  the  ground. 

The  difiiculties  increased  with  time.  Black  Hawk  and  his 
people,  returning  from  their  winter  hunt,  found  their  lodges 
occupied  by  white  settlers,  who  claimed  to  have  bought  the 
.  land.  To  this  Black  Hawk  replied,  that  his  reason  taught  him 
that  land  could  not  be  sold.  In  this  remark  of  an  ignorant 
savage,  who  spoke  purely  from  instinct,  there  is  food  for  reflec- 
tion.   If  we  open  the  works  of  the  English  philosopher,  Mill, 


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BLACK  HAWK'S  HUMILIATK^X. 


we  find  him,  after  an  elaborate  induction,  arriving  at  the  same 
conclusion.    The  theory  of  our  law  says  that  the  owner  of  land 
is  entitled  to  the  possession  of  it,  and  any  one  who  enters 
thereon  without  his  permission,  does  so  without  right,  and  is  a 
trespasser.  If  this  be 
true,  he  inquires,why 
then    might   not  a 
small  minority,  say  a 
million  men,  of  enor- 
mous wealth,  buy  up 
every  foot  of  land  on 
the  globe,  and  as  to 
them    every  other 
man,    woman,  and 
child    become  tres- 
passers, wrong-doers 
in  the  eye  of  the 
law,  legally  liable  to 
be    driven   off  the 
globe?      The  hand 
of   the  philosopher 
reaches  down  from 
the     heights  and 
grasps  that  of  the  savage  extended  upward  from  the  depths. 

But  Black  Hawk  had  another  argument.  He  said  that  even 
if  his  land  could  be  sold,  it  never  had  been.  To  these  argu- 
ments, one  or  the  other  of  which  every  fair  man  will  say  was 
true,  the  United  States  had  but  a  single  reply.  That  reply 
consisted  of  one  word — "  move  !"  The  squaws  had  planted  their 
corn,  and  it  was  beginning  to  grow.  The  white  men  deliber- 
ately plowed  it  up.  Black  Hawk  told  the  settlers  that  they 
must  get  off  of  his  land.  At  this  the  governor  of  Illinois  pro- 
nounced the  territory  to  be  in  a  state  of  "actual  invasion." 
Seven  hundred  troops  started  up  the  river  to  "remove  the 
Indians,  dead  or  alive,  to  the  w^-^st  side  of  the  Mississippi." 


BLACK  HAWK. 


INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


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A  council  was  held  at  Fort  Armstrong.  Black  Hawk  was 
present.  He  heard  the  demands  of  the  Avhite  man.  After 
listening  patiently,  he  rose  and  made  the  usual  reply,  that  his 
lands  could  not  be  and  never  had  been  sold.  At  the  close  of 
his  speech,  General  Gaines  inquired  "Who  is  Black  Hawk?  Is 
he  n  chief?  By  what  right  does  he  appear  in  council?"  To 
this  insult,  which  meant  that  the  United  States  refused  to  rec- 
ognize any  other  chief  among  the  Sacs  than  Keokuk,  who  was 
present  to  witness  the  humiliation  of  his  rival,  no  reply  was 
made.  With  quivering  features.  Black  Hawk  arose,  gathered 
his  blanket  around  him,  and  stalked  in  silence  from  the  coun- 
cil-hall. On  the  following  morning  he  was  again  in  his  seat. 
When  the  council  opened  he  arose,  and  with  biting  emphasis 
said,:  "My  father,  you  inquired  yesterday  ^Who  is  Black 
Hawk?  Why  does  he  sit  among  the  chiefs?'  I  will  tell  you 
who  I  am.  I  am  a  Sac.  My  father  was  a  Sac.  I  am  a  war- 
rior. So  was  my  father.  Ask  those  young  men  who  have  fol- 
lowed me  to  battle,  and  they  will  tell  you  who  Black  Hawk  is. 
Provoke  our  people  to  war,  and  you  will  learn  who  Black 
Hawk  is." 

Matters  were  at  a  dead  lock  concerning  the  removal  of  the 
Indians.  Seven  hundred  militia-men  were  on  the  ground.  On 
the  25th  of  June,  being  in  the  year  1831,  sixteen  hundred 
mounted  re-enforcements  arrived.  This  was  the  key  to  the  lock. 
That  night  Black  Hawk  and  his  braves,  with  their  women  and 
children,  fled  from  the  village  which  their  fathers  had  built, 
without  the  firing  of  a  gun.  In  the  morning  they  were  seen  0!i 
tlie  west  bank  of  the  Mississippi.  Above  them  floated  a  white 
flag.  This  occurrence  was  heralded  through  the  country  as  "  a 
great  victory  over  General  Black  Hawk." 

New  troubles  awaited  the  exiles.  It  was  too  late  in  the 
season  for  them  to  plant  corn  and  beans  a  second  time.  This, 
however,  did  not  do  away  with  the  necessity  for  them.  One 
night  some  of  the  warriors,  heartsick  at  the  cries  of  the  women 
and  children  for  food,  crossed  the  river,  as  Black  Hawk  says, 


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BLACK  HAWK'S  HUMILIATION. 


"  to  steal  roas ting-ears  from  their  own  fields."  They  were  fired 
upon  by  the  whites,  and  foiled  in  their  efforts.  This  was  rub- 
bing salt  in  fresh  wounds.  ; 

The  condition  of  the  Indians  was  miserable.  The  Winne- 
bagoes,  occupying  what  is  now  the  state  of  Wisconsin,  seeing 
the  distresses  of  their  friends,  invited  Black  Hawk,  in  the  Spring 
of  1832,  to  bring  his  people  to  their  country,  and  raise  a  crop 
of  beans  and  corn.  The  old  chief,  overwhelmed  with  trouble, 
fearful  lest  his  followers  would  desert  to  Keokuk,  of  whose 
prosperity  and  fortune  he  was  intensely  jealous,  found  himself 
looked  to  by  his  people  to  extricate  them  from  their  troubles. 
He  had  never  been  a  man  of  great  resources,  and,  besides  this, 
was  now  overtaken  by  age  and  disappointment.  Not  knowing 
what  better  to  do,  he  accepted  the  invitation,  placed  his  women 
and  children  in  canoes,  and  with  his  warriors  armed  and  mounted, 
started  up  the  Mississippi. 

Having,  in  the  early  part  of  April,  reached  a  point  opposite 
their  old  home  at  the  mouth  of  Rock  River,  they,  perhaps 
rashly,  but  certainly  without  any  wicked  or  hostile  intent,  crossed 
to  the  east  side  of  the  Mississippi,  with  the  avowed  purpose  of 
ascending  Rock  Riv  er  to  the  villages  of  the  Winnebagoes.  They 
had  proceeded  up  Rock  River  but  a  short  distance  when  General 
Atkinson,  the  commandant  at  Fort  Armstrong,  sent  a  messenger 
after  Black  Hawk,  ordering  him  to  return.  The  old  chief  re- 
fused to  obey,  explaining  that  he  was  going  to  visit  the  Winne- 
bagoes on  their  invitation,  and  raise  a  crop  of  corn  with  them. 
A  second  messenger  brought  a  repetition  of  the  order,  with  a 
threat  that  unless  they  obeyed  peaceably  they  would  be  pursued 
and  forced  to  return.  At  this  point  Black  Hawk  also  found 
that  the  Winnebagoes  did  not  desire  his  presence  in  their  coun- 
try if  it  would  involve  them  in  hostilities  with  the  United  States. 
He  resolved,  therefore,  that  if  pursued  he  would  return  peace- 
ably to  the  western  side  of  the  Mississippi.  With  true  Indian 
dilatoriness,  he  stopped  to  compliment  some  visiting  chiefs  with 
a  dog  feast.    He  was  engaged  in  the  preparation  for  this,  when 


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5-31 


he  was  informed  that  a  large  army  had  approached  within  eight 
miles  of  his  camp. 

Three  young  Indians  were  at  once  sent  out  with  a  flag  of 
truce,  to  ask  for  a  council  and  arrange  for  a  peaceable  retreat. 
These  messengers  were  deliberately  taken  prisoners  by  the 
whites.  Finding  that  they  did  not  return.  Black  Hawk  sent 
out  five  others  to  learn  what  was  the  matter.  These  were  pur- 
sued by  twenty  horsemen,  and  two  of  them  killed.  At  the  time 
of  the  army's  approach.  Black  Hawk  had  with  him  only  forty 
warriors,  whom  he  concealed  in  ambush.  The  rest  were  ten 
miles  away.  When  the  troops  approached,  the  Indians  fired, 
and  the  soldiers  fled  in  a  panic.  In  the  reports  of  this  defeat, 
the  Indian  force  was  gravely  asserted  to  have  exceeded  fifteen 
hundred  men.  All  the  blankets,  provisions,  and  camp  equipage 
of  the  Americans  fell  into  Black  Hawk's  hands. 

The  old  chief,  elated  by  his  victory,  and  encouraged  by  re- 
enforcements,  as  well  as  enraged  at  the  murder  of  the  bearers  of 
his  flags  of  truce,  resolved  to  fight  rather  than  retreat  beyond 
the  Mississippi.  A  bloody  border  war  followed.  Farm  houses 
were  attacked,  horses  stolen,  and  settlers  murdered  as  usual. 
In  the  early  engagements  of  the  war,  the  Indians  had  the  ad- 
vantage. When  the  whole  force  of  the  American  army,  exceed- 
ing twenty-five  hundred  men,  became  available  for  the  conflict, 
the  tide  began  to  turn.  Black  Hawk  and  his  people  commenced 
a  retreat  toward  the  Wisconsin  River.  The  army  was  in  full  pur- 
suit. The  members  of  Black  Hawk's  band  were  reduced  to  a  diet 
of  roots  and  horseflesh.  Many  of  them  died  of  actual  starvation, 
and  their  corpses  were  found  by  their  pursuers  strewn  along 
the  pathway  of  their  flight.  Reaching  the  Wisconsin  River, 
the  women  and  children  were  embarked  upon  hastily  constructed 
rafts,  for  a  descent  toward  the  Mississippi.  On  the  voyage 
these  helpless  people  were  attacked  by  troops  stationed  on  shore, 
some  killed,  some  drowned,  and  some  captured.  Of  those  who 
escaped  to  the  woods,  the  majority  perished  from  starvation. 

Meanwhile  Black  Hawk  and  the  rest  of  his  band  struck  out 


BLA  CK  HA  WK'S  IIUMILJA  TJON. 


directly  across  the  country  toward  the  Mississippi.  Many, 
weakened  by  hunger,  succumbed  to  the  hardships  of  the  way, 
A  part  of  the  women  and  children  were  embarked  in  canoes  as 
soon  as  the  river  was  reached.  Some  of  these  vessels  upset  in 
the  river,  and  their  occupants  sank  beneath  the  waves.  On  the 
1st  of  August,  while  the  remainder  of  the  Indians  were  waiting 
for  transportation,  they  were  overtaken  and  attacked  by  the 
troops.  Black  Hawk  again  sent  forvvaid  a  messenger  with  a 
flag  of  truce,  who  was  fired  upon  and  killed.  Not  less  than  one 
hundred  and  fifty  Indians,  nearly  half  the  entire  force,  were 
killed  in  the  action.  ^  Black  Hawk,  with  the  remainder,  jumped 
into  the  river,  attempting  to  swim  to  the  opposite  shore. 

During  the  battle  a  young  squaw  with  a  child  in  her  arms 
was  shot  in  the  breast,  and  fell  covering  the  child  with  her  body. 
When  the  soldiers  came  up,  they  heard  the  cries  of  the  child, 
and,  running  to  the  spot,  removed  it  from  beneath  the  corpse 
of  its  mother.  One  arm  of  the  infant  was  amputated,  and  the 
child  afterwards  recovered.  Among  the  women  who  sprang  into 
the  river  was  a  squaw  with  an  infant  wrapped  in  a  blanket, 
which  she  carried  in  her  teeth.  The  mother  seized  the  tail  of 
a  horse  which  was  swimming  across,  and  in  this  way  reached 
the  opposite  shore  in  safety. 

Though  Black  Hawk  escaped  alive  from  this  battle,  he  d) 
not  long  avoid  the  toils  of  his  enemies.  His  followers  deserted 
him  one  by  one,  and  he  was  at  last  betrayed  and  captured, 
through  the  treachery  of  two  Winnebagoes.  He  was  at  once 
removed  to  Jefferson  Barracks,  below  St.  Louis,  and  there  con- 
fined and  forced  to  wear  a  ball  and  chain.  The  winter  was 
gloomy  enough  to  tlie  old  chief. 

Among  those  who  had  been  captured  with  him  was  a  young 
warrior  or  chief  named  Naopope.  An  artist  visited  the  Indians 
in  prison,  and  sought  to  paint  the  likeness  of  Naopope.  "Paint 
me  as  I  am,"  thundered  Ciomwell,  when  an  artist  sought  to  hide 
the  hideous  warts  and  blemishes,  which  disfigured  the  counte- 
nance of  tlie  Protector  of  England.    "Make  me  so,  aii<]  show 


IXDIAX  TRAGEDIES  AXD  EOMAXCES. 


533 


me  as  I  am  to  the  great  father."'  cried  Xaopope  to  his  portrait 
painter,  seizing  the  ball  and  chain  that  were  fastened  to  his 
leg.  and  raising  them  on  high.  When  the  artist  refused  to  do 
this  the  Indian  di>torted  his  faue  with  incessant  gTimace:^.  and 
prevented  his  picture  from  being  taken.  Such  was  the  uncon- 
querable spirit  uf  this  poor  manaeled  captivf  in  the  dungeon  of 
Jelferson  Barracks. 

In  the  following  spring  Black  Hawk  was  taken  to  Washing- 
ton City.  When  confronted  hy  President  Jack>on.  the  old 
Indian  Ijluntly  remarked,  "I  am  a  man  and  you  are  onh' 
anuther."  God  and  the  .-a\'age  are  no  respecters  cl'  persons. 
When  told  that  he  wuuld  be  liberated.  Black  Hawk  said : 
Brother.  I  haA'e  cume  on  my  c^wn  part  and  in  behalf  of  my 
companions  to  bid  you  farewell.  Our  great  father  ha-  at  length 
been  pleased  tu  permit  us  to  return  to  our  hunting  grounds. 
We  have  buried  the  tomahawk,  and  the  sound  of  the  rifle  will 
hereafter  only  bring  death  to  the  deer  and  the  bulfalu.  Brother. 
}"ou  have  treated  the  red  men  very  kindly.  Your  .-quaw-  ha^'e 
made  them  presents,  and  you  have  given  them  plenty  to  eat 
and  drink.  Tlie  memui;v  uf  your  friendship  will  remain  till  the 
Great  Spirit  says  it  is  time  for  Blaek  Hawk  to  sing  his  death- 
song.  Brother,  your  houses  are  as  numerou>  a.-  the  leaves  upon 
the  trees,  and  your  young  warriors  like  the  sands  upon  the  >hore 
of  the  big  lake  that  rolls  before  u-.  The  red  man  has  bur  few 
houses  and  few  warriors,  but  the  red  man  has  a  heart  that  throbs 
as  warmly  as  the  heart  of  his  white  brother.  The  Great  Spirit 
has  given  us  our  hunting  grounds,  and  the  skin  of  the  deer  which 
we  kill  there  is  his  favorite,  for  its  eolor  is  white,  and  this  is 
the  emblem  of  peace.  This  hunting-dress  and  these  feather.-  of 
the  eagle  are  white.  Accept  them,  my  brother:  I  have  given 
one  like  this  to  the  White  Otter.  Accept  of  it  as  a  meniorial  of 
Black  Hawk.  When  he  is  far  away  this  will  serve  to  remind 
you  of  him.  May  the  Great  Spirit  bless  you  and  your  chil- 
dren. Farewell."" 

Blaek  Hawk  and  hi.-  eom}ianion>  were  taken  to  Baltimore. 


534  ^      BLACK  HAWK'S  HUMILIATION. 

Philadelphia,  New  York,  and  all  the  eastern  cities  before  their 
return.  Everywhere  great  multitudes  thronged  to  see  the  great 
"General  Black  Hawk."  Extensive  military  displays  were  made 
to  impress  the  savages  with  the  power  of  the  United  States. 
The  crowning  feature  of  Black  Hawk's  humiliation  was,  how- 
ever, yet  to  come.  He  was  to  he  formally  liberated,  but  was 
also  to  be  degraded  and  removed  from  his  office  of  chief  of  the 
Sacs,  among  whom  henceforth  his  life-long  enemy  and  rival, 
Keokuk,  was  to  be  alone  acknowledged  as  chief.  The  spot 
where  the  ceremony  was  to  be  performed  was  Fort  Armstrong, 
on  the  site  of  the  old  Sac  village.  "This  was  the  favorite 
island  of  the  Indians — in  former  years  abundant  in  fruits  and 
flowers,  and  from  time  immemorial  the  fancied  abode  of  a  good 
spirit,  who  watched  over  their  village  and  protected  their  hunt- 
ing grounds.  No  spot  could  have  been  selected  calculated  to 
awaken  so  many  painful  associations  in  the  mind  of  Black  Hawk 
as  Rock  Island.  For  half  a  century  it  had  been  the  witness  of 
his  power  and  influence ;  it  was  now  to  become  the  scene  of  his 
disgrace  and  reluctant  submission  to  a  rival." 

On  arriving  at  Fort  Armstrong,  runners  were  sent  out  sum- 
moning the  Indians  from  far  and  wide  to  attend  the  strange 
ceremony.  They  came  by  scores  and  hundreds,  both  from  the 
Sacs  and  all  the  neighboring  tribes,  who  remembered  the  fame 
of  Black  Hawk,  and  were  now  curious  to  witness  his  infamy. 
Chief  of  all  the  arrivals  was  that  of  the  princely  Keokuk.  He 
ascended  the  Mississippi  reclining  in  two  canoes,  lashed  side  by 
side,  and  covered  with  a  canopy.  Handsome  decorations  cov- 
ered the  vessels.  Near  the  chief  sat  his  three  wives.  Follow- 
ing him  came  a  long  line  of  canoes,  filled  with  his  people.  Each 
brave  was  painted  in  the  most  elaborate  style,  and  equipped 
with  all  the  panoply  of  war.  At  high  noon  the  great  Keokuk, 
with  stately  step  and  lofty  bearing,  disembarked  amid  the  rattle 
of  scores  of  Indian  drums,  and  the  shouts  and  songs  of  his  peo- 
ple.   It  was  indeed  a  triumph. 

The  afternoon  and  evening  were  devoted  to  games  and 


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(lances.  From  all  the  gay  assembly  Black  Hawk  done  remained 
apart  in  solitude.  He  might  have  been  seen,  crouched  in  the 
corner  of  his  room  in  the  fort,  his  face  buried  in  his  hands, 
and  his  soul  given  over  to  grief  and  gloom. 

On  the  following  day  the  grand  council  was  assembled. 
Keokuk  and  a  hundred  gaudily  attired  warriors  were  given  the 

posts  of  honor. 
Presently  Black 
Hawk  and  his 
son,  unattended, 
entered  the  room 
with  an  air  of 
profound  dejec- 
tion, and  timidly 
took  an  obscure 
seat.  They  had 
protested  strong- 
ly against  this 
unnecessary  cere- 
mony of  disgrace, 
and  came  filled 
the  deepest 
m  0  r  t  i  fi  c  a  t  i  0  n . 
For  a  time  pro- 
found silence 
reigned.  Then 
Major  Garland 
arose  and  made 


KEOKUK. 


a  lengthy  speech.  He  concluded  by  saying,  that  he  wnshed  it 
distinctly  understood  by  all  persons,  that  hereafter  their  great 
father,  the  President,  would  receive  and  acknowledge  Keokuk 
alone  as  the  chief  of  the  Sac  and  Fox  nation ;  that  Black  Haw^k 
must  listen  and  conform  to  his  counsels,  and  that  the  band  of 
Black  Haw^k  must  be  henceforth  merged  in  that  of  Keokuk. 
There  was  a  moment  of  silence,  in  which  the  features  of  the 


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BLACK  HA  WK'S  HUMILIATION. 


old  chief  were  seen  to  twitch  with  uncontrollable  emotion. 
Then,  springing  to  his  feet,  he  exclaimed,  in  a  voice  trembling 
with  futile  rage  :  "  I  am  a  man — an  old  man.  I  will  not  conform 
to  the  counsels  of  any  one.  I  will  act  for  myself — no  one  shall 
govern  me.  I  am  old — my  hair  is  gray — I  once  gave  counsels 
to  my  young  men.  Am  I  now  to  conform  to  others  ?  I  shall 
soon  go  to  the  Great  Spirit,  when  I  shall  be  at  rest.  What  I 
said  to  our  great  father  at  Washington,  I  say  again — I  will  al- 
ways listen  to  him.  I  am  done."  This  speech  was  the  cry  of 
defeat,  the  lament  of  the  fallen  chieftain. 

Major  Garland  attempted  to  make  explanations,  to  the  effect 
that  he  had  only  requested  him  to  listen  to  the  counsels  of 
Keokuk.  To  this  he  made  no  reply,  but,  drawing  his  blanket 
around  him,  sat  in  moody  silence.  At  last  Keokuk  rose,  came 
to  him,  and  talked  for  awhile  in  a  low  tone.  The  words  of  the 
wily  Keokuk  were  not  without  their  effect.  Before  the  council 
ended  Black  Hawk  rose  and  said  that  it  was  his  wish,  if  his 
speech  had  been  put  upon  paper,  that  a  line  might  be  drawn 
through  it.  He  did  not  mean  what  he  said.  This  was  the 
last  drop  of  gall  in  the  cup  of  bitterness. 

During  the  remainder  of  his  life  Black  Hawk,  with  a  few 
old  braves,  who,  having  followed  him  in  prosperity,  did  not  de- 
sert him  in  adversity,  lived  at  a  point  on  a  small  stream  called 
Devil  Creek,  isolated  from  his  tribe.  It  was  the  attempt  of  the 
fallen  chief  to  hide  his  disgrace.  He  never  ceased  to  recall  his 
happy  life  on  Rock  River.  "  I  liked  my  towns,  my  cornfields, 
and  the  home  of  my  people,"  he  would  say  to  the  white  men 
who  visited  him.  "  I  fought  for  it.  I  did  wrong,  perhaps ;  but 
that  is  past — let  it  be  forgotten.  The  country  which  was  mine 
is  now  yours.  Keep  it  as  we  did — it  will  produce  you  good 
crops."  He  attributed  all  his  misfortunes  to  Keokuk,  and  never 
ceased  to  regret  that  he  had  been  led  into  armed  resistance  to 
the  United  States.  He  died  in  1838,  being  about  seventy-two 
years  old.  His  old  age  was  given  over  to  sorrowful  melancholy. 
Death  was  indeed  to  him  a  welcome  guest. 


INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


CHAPTER  XYI, 


THE  HISTORY  OF  KIT  CARSON. 


^^HE  genius  I'or  piuiieeriiig  is  born  in  a  man,  just 
as  the  genius  for  debate  or  for  war.  It  runs  in 
families,  and  is  handed  down  from  father  to  son. 
It  is  that  strange  spirit  of  unrest  which  dissatis- 
fies some  men  with  their  civilized  surroundings, 
and  impels  them  toward  the  wilderness.  There 
they  are  happy,  fighting  the  savage,  shooting 
the  buffalo,  and  struggling  with  nature  in  her 
fiercest  aspect.  When  the  tide  of  emigration  sets  in  their  direc- 
tion, and  society  assumes  a  somewhat  settled  state,  these  bold 
men  give  a  pull  at  their  throat  bands  as  if  suffocated,  and  reso- 
lutely set  their  faces  toward  the  west,  to  seek  out  a  location 
where  the  spice  of  adventure  and  danger  gives  a  wild  variety 
to  life. 

Such  was  the  Carson  family,  of  Kentucky,  to  whom  was 
born,  on  December  24,  1809,  their  son  Christopher,  or,  as  he  is 
widely  known,  "  Kit."  At  this  time  Kentucky  society  began  to 
assume  a  state,  wild  and  rough,  we  would  think,  but  to  the  Car- 
sons  dull  and  monotonous.  Aftrays  with  Indians  happened  only 
once  in  a  year  or  two.  In  1810,  none  of  Mr.  Carson's  neigh- 
bors had  been  scalped  since  Kit  was  born.  When  he  went  out 
for  a  hunt,  he  could  no  longer  hope  to  be  treed  all  night  by  a 
bear.  All  this  was  a  bore  ;  and  it  bore  on  his  mind  so  that, 
when  Kit  was  a  year  old,  the  family  sold  out  their  scraggy  ftirm, 
said  good-bye  to  their  nearest  neighbors,  five  miles  off,  and  with 
hearts  hghter  than  for  several  years,  set  out  for  what  is  now 


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THE  HISTORY  OF  KIT  CARSON. 


central  Missouri.  Here  they  found  no  end  of  exciting  adven- 
ture. They  and  a  few  neighbors  lived  together  in  a  rough  log 
fort,  in  order  to  be  safe  from  the  Indians.  In  laying  out  and 
working  their  farms  outside  the  log  inclosure,  it  was  necessary 
for  a  part  of  them  to  act  as  guards,  posted  at  the  extremities  of 
the  fields,  to  give  instant  warning  of  the  approach  of  redskins, 
and  signal  a  retreat  to  the  fort. 

Amid  such  scenes  were  passed  the  boyhood  days  of  Kit 
Carson.  When  he  reached  the  age  of  sixteen,  his  father,  good 
man,  being  determined  that  his  son  Kit  should  not  lead  such  a 
roving  life  as  he  himself  had  led,  apprenticed  Christopher  to  a 
harness-maker.  But  the  master  could  make  no  harness  strong 
enough  to  hitch  the  soaring  spirit  of  Kit  Carson  to  a  trade. 
The  restless  love  of  freedom  and  appetite  for  adventure  which 
belonged  to  the  father,  were  intensified  in  the  son,  and  in  1826 
he  broke  away  from  the  restraint,  by  joining  a  party  whose 
journey  took  them  eight  hundred  miles  across  the  plains,  to 
Santa  Fe,  New  Mexico. 

Though  young,  and  destitute  of  the  necessary  equipment, 
not  even  owning  a  gun,  nor  being  able,  by  the  utmost  exertions 
as  teamster  and  guide,  to  do  more  than  earn  the  food  he  ate, 
his  purpose  was  made  up  to  be  a  hunter  and  trapper.  In  April, 
1829,  he  was  selected  as  a  member  of  a  party  of  forty  men, 
under  the  leadership  of  Ewing  Young,  organized  at  Taos,  New 
Mexico,  for  the  double  purpose  of  chastising  a  tribe  of  Indians, 
who  had  been  on  the  war-path  and  driven  a  party  of  Young's 
trappers  out  of  the  country,  and  also  for  pursuing  the  lucrative 
occupation  of  trapping  beaver.  The  real  purpose  of  the  expe- 
dition was  carefully  concealed  from  the  Mexican  authorities,  and 
after  a  brisk  and  secret  advance,  they  came  suddenly  upon  the 
band  of  Navajoe  braves,  which  had  massacred  their  friends. 
♦  Preparations  for  the  fight  were  quickly  made  on  both  sides. 
Part  of  the  whites  advanced  stealthily,  to  lie  in  ambush  behind 
some  rock  which  lay  a  little  to  the  side  and  nearly  midway 
between  the  main  combatants.    Not  seeing  this  movement,  the 


lyniAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMAXCES, 


539 


Indians  charged  on  the  remainder  of  the  party,  and,  as  they 
came  in  front  of  the  ambush,  were  suddenly  assailed  by  a  mur- 
derous cross-fire.  Fifteen  braves  fell  heavily  from  their  horses, 
killed  by  the  first  fire  ;  the  remainder,  pursued  by  the  trappers, 
fled  in  all  directions. 

After  this  fight  it  was  decided  that  the  party  should  divide, 
only  eighteen  of  them  continuing  to  the  valley  of  the  Sacra- 
mento in  California.  Of  this  detachment  Carson  was  a  member. 
Learning  from  some  friendly  Indians  that  the  country  through 
which  their  path  lay,  and  which  had  never  before  been  explored 
by  white  men,  was  destitute,  alike,  of  game  and  water,  the  meat 
of  three  deer  was  prepared  to  take  with  them,  and  the  skins 
of  the  animals  were  converted  into  water  tanks.  A  week  was 
passed  with  this  meager  supply  of  water  for  eighteen  men  and 
a  large  number  of  horses.  For  food  an  old  mare  was  killed  on 
the  fifth  day  and  devoured  with  great  gusto.  About  the  sev- 
enth day  they  reached  the  dry  bed  of  one  of  those  singular 
rivers,  Avhich  suddenly  sink  out  of  sight  and  reappear  at  the 
distance  of  hundreds  of  miles  after  an  underground  course, 
probably,  through  quicksand.  The  channel  is  usually  <lefined 
on  the  surface,  and,  though  dry,  delicious  water  is  easily  had 
by  scooping  a  hole  of  a  few  feet  in  the  sand.  After  this  their 
path  lay  through  a  beautiful  country,  abounding  in  water  and 
forage,  elk,  deer,  and  antelope  of  the  finest  varieties.  The  men 
were  elated  with  what  seemed  a  good  omen  of  the  success  which 
awaited  them  in  their  trapping. 

When  at  last  the  Sacramento  River  was  reached  the  men 
began  to  keep  a  sharp  lookout  for  "  signs "  of  beaver.  The 
presence  of  them  in  great  abundance  caused  a  thrill  of  joy  to 
the  trappers.  The  significance  of  this  word  "  signs "  is  very 
great  as  the  trappers  use  it.  The  cunning  beaver  can  seldom 
be  seen  on  the  bank  or  in  the  river,  for  he  has  no  great  means 
of  defense  when  attacked,  and  relies  on  his  exquisite  sight  and 
hearing  to  warn  him  of  danger  in  time  for  retreat.  The  marks 
he  leaves  behind  him,  however,  are  to  the  expert  eye  as  legible 


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THE  HISTORY  OF  KIT  CARSON. 


as  the  words  on  this  page.  The  beaver's  unequaled  industry  in 
felling  large  trees^  cutting  twigs,  peeling  off  the  tender  cuticle 
of  the  willow  bushes,  digging  away  the  banks,  and  carrying  the 
earth  on  his  shovel-shaped  tail  to  his  dam,  and  the  innumerable 
footprints  which  he  leaves,  are  a  part  of  these  "  signs."  The 
little  twig,  half  denuded  of  its  bark,  floating  down  stream, 
unnoticed  by  any  but  the  keen-eyed  trapper,  reveals  to  him  by 
its  freshness  the  proximity  of  the  prize  more  than  the  great 
dam,  which  to  a  greenhorn  would  seem  a  splendid  indication  of 
its  builder's  presence,  because  the  dam  is  probably  an  old  and 
abandoned  one. 

The  beaver's  dam,  a  wonderful  structure,  is  built  by  him  to 
provide  him  with  food  in  the  winter  when  every  thing  above 
the  water  is  dry  and  sapless.  "  He  chooses  a  place  favorable 
for  obtaining  food,  and  also  where  his  labors  will  be  assisted  by 
natural  formations  or  accidents  in  the  river's  course.  Having 
carefully  selected  his  location,  he  and  his  fellows  set  to  work  to 
fell  giant  trees.  While  one  party  is  cutting  the  hard  wood  on 
one  side  of  the  tree  with  their  sharp  teeth,  another  works  on 
the  opposite  side,  the  incision  on  the  side  on  which  they  want 
the  tree  to  fall  being  made,  with  the  skill  of  the  true  forester, 
much  lower  than  the  other,  which  is  made  to  slant  downward 
to  the  first.  By  this  sort  of  craft  the  largest  trees  are  made 
to  fall  into  and  across  the  stream.  When  it  has  fallen  the 
leaves  and  small  branches  are  at  once  woven  into  a  close  net- 
Avork,  adapted  to  catching  floating  deb?%s,  and  to  receiving  the 
earth  which  they  throw  on  by  the  tail  load.  Several  trees  are 
felled  in  this  way,  till  as  many  are  down  as  is  desired.  Then 
comes  the  mud-work,  in  which  Mr.  Beaver  is  an  artist.  A  large 
gang  march  to  the  bank,  load  each  others'  tails,  and  swim,  with 
their  cargoes  elevated  above  the  water,  to  the  dumping-spot, 
where  they  at  once  mould  it  to  its  place." 

Their  houses  they  have  previously  built  on  the  banks.  They 
consist  of  large  and  airy  subterranean  rooms,  above  the  water- 
mark.   In  these  houses,  trappers  say,  they  live  in  pairs,  and 


IXDJAX  TRAGEDIES  AM)  ROMAXCES. 


on 


much  resemble  human  heings  in  the  arrangement  and  manage- 
ment of  their  househohl  atl'airs,  Madame  Bearer  havinf^  the 
ruling  voiee  in  domestic  and  internal  arrangements,  while  the 
outside  work  of  building  dams  and  providing  food  is  the  more 
especial  business  of  Monsieur.  To  this  end  he  builds  his 
dam,  the  deep  water  preserving  fresh  and  tender  the  leaves 
and  shrubs  on  which  his  family  must  subsist  dui'ing  the  winter. 
Some  say  he  goes  so  far  as  to  bundle  uj*  small  branches  of  trees 
and  willows,  which  he  stows  aw^ay  in  the  muddy  bottom  of  the 
river.  Trapper  yarns  have  it  that  beaver  society  is  regularly 
Drganized.  there  being  chiefs,  some  of  whom  roll  in  wealth  and 
have  troops  of  slaves  ready  to  do  instant  service,  such  as  bring 
a  fresh  bundle  of  green  twigs  for  dinner  from  the  river  bottom. 

The  signs  having  been  discovered,  the  trappers  selected  a 
comfortable  location  for  their  camp,  and  part  of  them  started 
out  to  set  traps,  while  the  remainder  kept  guard  and  did  the 
cooking.  The  trap  is  much  like  the  ordinary  steel  trap  used  for 
catching  foxes  or  wolves,  only  somewhat  smaller.  It  is  baited 
with  a  peculiar  animal  substance  of  strong  scent,  wdiich  draws 
the  beaver  from  his  hiding-place,  and  so  excites  his  appetite  as 
to  induce  him  before  long  to  reach  in  his  paw.  when  in  an 
instant  he  is  a  prisoner.  The  traps,  when  visited,  are  emptied 
and  reset.  The  game  is  killed  and  skinned,  the  ]»elts  dried 
and  cured  in  camp,  and  packed  in  bales  for  loading  on  the 
nniles.  The  Sacramento  region  proved  to  be  a  splendid  field 
'oi-  operations,  and  great  was  the  success. 

While  in  camp  here  the  part}^  were  a}»plied  to  by  the  priest 
of  the  mission  of  San  Rafael  for  help  in  capturing  some  Indians 
belonging  to  his  mission,  who  had  stolen  some  of  his  property 
and  deserted  to  a  hostile  Indian  villao^e,  w^hich  refused  to  give 
them  up.  Carson  and  a  dozen  companions,  ready  for  any  fun, 
offered  their  services,  and  attacked  the  Indian  village,  killing 
one-third  of  its  population,  capturing  the  deserters,  and  with 
them  the  stolen  property.  For  this  they  refused  all  compensa- 
tion, but  the  priest  secured  them  a  good  purchaser  for  their  furs. 


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THE  HISTORY  OF  KIT  CARSON. 


One  night,  when  unsuspicious  of  danger,  the  camp  lost  sixty 
of  their  horses,  which  were  driven  off  by  a  party  of  redskins. 
Carson  was  ordered  to  pick  a  dozen  companions,  and  with  the 
remaining  thirteen  horses*  give  chase.  After  a  break-neck  ride 
of  a  hundred  miles  toward  the  mountains,  they  suddenly  came 
upon  the  savages,  who  were  sitting  around  their  camp-fires 
feasting  on  six  of  the  horses,  which  they  had  killed  for  that 
purpose.  Enraged  beyond  measure  at  the  sight,  the  trappers 
charged  the  camp  with  a  yell,  killing  eight  savages  in  the 
twinkling  of  an  eye,  while  the  rest  escaped.  When  Carson 
returned  with  all  the  horses  except  the  six  which  had  been 
killed,  he  was  voted  a  hero.  Yet  he  was  only  twenty  years 
old,  and  this  was  his  first  expedition.  Here  it  was,  too,  that 
he  laid  the  foundation  of  his  fame  as  a  hunter,  in  which  regard 
he  afterward  acquired  a  reputation  unequaled  by  any  man  in 
the  Rocky  Mountains.  His  companions  say  he  was  exceedingly 
modest,  and  of  a  refined  and  gentle  nature,  which  contrasted 
strangely  with  his  wild  profession.  He  was  only  five  feet  and 
a  half  high,  agile  but  rather  slight  in  build,  possessing  a  gray 
eye  and  light  brown  hair.  He  talked  little,  and  was  remarkably 
cautious  in  exposing  himself,  always  sleeping  where  the  glare 
of  the  camp-fire  did  not  fall  on  him,  and  carefully  loading  gun 
and  pistols  before  retiring. 

In  September  the  party,  well  laden  with  valuable  furs,  turned 
their  faces  homeward.  On  their  way,  passing  through  a  Mexi- 
can town,  the  men,  in  true  trapper  style,  feeling  the  object  of 
the  trip  largely  accomplished,  succumbed  to  the  seductive  influ- 
ences of  the  whisky  on  sale  there,  as  well  as  to  the  winsome 
familiarities  of  the  Mexican  maiden.  Carson,  however,  carefully 
avoided  such  indulgences,  and  exerted  himself  to  get  the  party 
out  of  town. 

On  the  day  after  leaving  the  place,  while  the  trappers^  heads 
were  still  heavy  and  aching  from  the  debauch,  Carson  discov- 
ered a  band  of  five  hundred  Indians  approaching.  The  men  were 
at  the  moment  in  camp.     The  Indians  halted,  made  friendly 


INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


543 


sigHfc,  and  in  a  few  moments  two  of  their  number  came  into  the 
trappers'  camp,  eying  things  with  great  curiosity.  Shortly  a 
few  more  braves  sauntered  in.  and  then  still  more,  until  enough 
were  present  to  overwhelm  the  little  band  of  whites  if  a  struggle 
ensued.  At  this  moment  Mr.  Young  discovered  that  the  Indians, 
instead  of  being  unarmed,  had  their  weapons  concealed  in  their 
garments.  It  w^as  evidently  their  intention  to  massacre  the 
entire  party,  and  make  off  w^ith  the  booty.  Young  wdiispered 
his  discover}^  w^ith  blanched  lips  to  Carson. 

The  moment  w^as  critical.  But  in  these  trying  moments  Car- 
son's genius  never  failed  to  equal  the  emergency.  Quickly  call- 
ing his  men  to  his  side,  he  ordered  each  man  to  cover  a  savage 
with  his  gun.  Taken  completely  by  surprise,  the  intruders 
began  to  retreat  from  the  row  of  deadly  rifles.  Leave  the 
camp!"  said  Carson,  in  a  clear-cut  tone.  "If  you  refuse,  each 
one  of  us  will  kill  our  man,  even  if  w^e  at  last  are  killed  our- 
selves." The  effect  was  electric.  Death,  with  blood-shot  eye- 
balls, stared  them  out  of  countenance,  and  with  a  bound  the 
red  murderers  cleared  the  camp. 

A  week  or  two  after  this,  the  trappers  ran  across  a  band  of 
Indians  which  had  annoyed  them  on  their  outbound  trip.  The 
lex  talionis  "  of  Moses  and  the  Israelites  is  the  only  possible 
law^  for  the  wanderers  in  any  wilderness.  Stealing  quickly  upon 
the  group  of  huts,  the  whites  w^ere  upon  their  foes  almost  as 
soon  as  discovered.  A  noble  Avarrior  sank  to  rise  no  more  at 
each  crack  of  the  trappers'  rifles,  and  in  a  few^  moments  the  rout 
became  complete.  A  very  nice  herd  of  horses  and  mules,  the 
only  thing  of  value  in  the  village,  was  captured  by  this  stroke. 

That  night  the  trappers  settled  down  around  their  camp-fire 
for  a  comfortable  sleep,  after  the  day's  exertion.  Some  men- 
tion was  made  about  the  probability  of  a  return  of  the  redskins, 
and  two  of  the  most  vigilant  w^ere  appointed  to  keep  watch, 
one  before  midnight,  the  other  after.  Shortly  after  the  change 
of  sentry  at  midnight,  the  man  on  watch  became  aware  of  a 
dark  body  moving  in  the  darkne^>  over  the  prairie  in  the  direc- 


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tion  of  the  camp.  It  ^Ya:>  but  the  Avurk  of  a  moment  to  arou.se 
the  men,  who,  with  rifles  grasped  and  pistols  cocked,  were  in- 
stantly on  the  alert.  Carson  slipped  out  to  reconnoitre,  and 
returning  reported  a  large  herd  of  horses  driven  by  a  few  Indians, 
who  had  probably  stolen  them.  Without  any  over-nice  honesty, 
a  volley  of  rifle-balls  w^as  directed  toward  the  astonished  Indians, 
who  fled  in  great  precipitation,  leaving  their  property,  the  second 
capture  of  the  day,  to  the  trappers.  On  the  following  morning 
the  best  of  the  herd  were  selected  for  use;  two  of  the  fattest 
animals  ^vere  killed  for  food,  and  the  remainder  turned  loose  on 
the  prairie,  to  rejoice  once  more  in  the  wild  liberty  of  their  sires. 

In  April.  1830,  just  a  year  after  its  departure,  the  expedi- 
tion found  itself  once  more  among  the  group  of  huts  which  was 
dignified  by  the  name  of  Taos.  The  proceeds  of  the  trip  were 
twenty-four  thousand  dollars,  which  soon  found  its  way  into  the 
pockets  of  the  men,  and  then  found  its  way  out  again,  for  the 
trapper  after  his  trip  is  like  the  sailor  home  from  his  voyage. 
It  was  the  chief  care  of  each  man  to  get  on  a  profound,  inglo- 
rious, and  terrible  drunk,  which  only  ended  with  his  money. 
On  this  occasion  Carson  yielded  somewhat  to  the  demoralizing: 
atmosphere,  but  it  was  his  first  and  last  spree.  Nature  seemed 
to  have  made  him  a  gentleman  in  spite  of  his  rough  surround- 
ings. Refinement  is  a  quality  of  the  mind.  Wealth  and  luxury 
only  sharpen  the  outline  of  A'ulgarity.  The  frontier  cabin  of 
the  trapper,  where  a  woman  was  seldom  seen,  and  the  softening 
influence  of  children  was  unknown ;  over  which  the  great  and 
jagged  Rockies  flung  the  chilly  shadows  of  an  early  sunset, 
and  where  the  brutal  savaees,  instead  of  turnino:  toward  the 
light  of  civilization,  rather  drew  the  pioneer  down  into  their  own 
gloom  and  brutality- — this  frontier  cabin  only  served  to  throw 
into  bolder  relief  the  character  of  the  GtENTLEMAn. 

It  was  in  the  autumn  of  1830  that  Kit  Carson  enlisted 
for  his  second  trapping  expedition.  He  was  greatly  sought 
after  for  this  purpose  by  the  organizers  of  trapping  parties. 
The  party  joined  by  Carson  passed  the  winter  in  quarters  on 


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Salmon  River,  and  began  their  real  work  with  the  season  of 
1831,  along  Snake  River,  on  which  are  the  famous  Shoshonee 
Falls,  more  than  one  third  higher  than  Niagara.  Meeting 
another  party  of  trappers,  Carson  learned  that  Captain  Gaunt, 
an  old  mountaineer,  with  a  small  company,  were  ten  days'  jour- 
ney to  the  south.  He  and  four  companions  resolved,  for  a 
change,  to  join  Gaunt,  and  after  a  rapid  journey  were  cordially 
welcomed  by  him. 

The  time  for  going  into  winter  quarters  was  at  hand.  This 
was  always  looked  forward  to  with  interest,  as  it  marked  a  great 
change  in  the  trapper  s  mode  of  life.  No  longer  did  he  gallop 
with  free  rein  over  the  flower-embroidered  prairie ;  no  longer 
select  his  spot  for  the  evening  camp-fire,  and,  while  the  game, 
brought  down  by  his  own  expert  hand,  was  steaming  over  the 
coals,  and  flinging  its  savory  odor  upon  the  breeze,  busy  him- 
self with  baiting  and  setting  his  traps  at  the  water's  edge ;  and 
after  a  dash  in  the  cooling  current,  feast  upon  the  tempting 
meal;  then  with  his  saddle  for  a  pillow,  his  blanket  for  a  bed, 
and  the  star-fretted  sky  for  a  canopy,  sink  to  sleep,  as  the  dying 
embers  threw  their  fitful  flashes  more  and  more  dimly  into  the 
surrounding  forest. 

All  this  was  changed.  His  home,  when  in  winter  quarters, 
was  a  conical  tent  of  dressed  buffalo  skins,  supported  on  a  frame- 
work of  light  poles,  spread  out  in  a  circle  at  the  bottom,  and 
crossed  near  the  top,  where  they  were  held  by  being  thrust  through 
the  opening  in  the  buffalo  skins.  These  were  sewed  tightly  into 
the  shape  of  a  cone,  except  one  straight  seam,  which  was  fast- 
ened by  a  lacing  to  within  four  or  five  feet  of  the  ground.  The 
opening  thus  left  was  the  door,  over  which  a  buffalo  skin  was 
tightly  stretched.  The  bottom  of  the  tent  was  securely  fastened 
to  the  ground  by  wooden  pins.  In  the  center  of  this  tent,  which 
is  about  eighteen  feet  in  diameter,  and  fifteen  feet  high,  he  had 
his  fire,  the  smoke  from  which,  in  theory,  was  to  escape  by  the 
opening  above,  but,  in  fact,  filled  the  apartment. 

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they  went  out  to  attena  to  their  horses.  Early  in  the  winter 
the  snow  fell  to  the  depth  of  six  feet,  and  removed  not  till  the 
spring.  Water  for  the  shaggy  Indian  ponies  had  to  be  obtained 
from  the  river  through  a  hole  chopped  in  the  ice.  These  hardy 
beasts  had  no  shelter  except  such  as  was  afforded  by  an  over- 
hanging rock,  and  some  forest  trees.  To  obtain  food  for  them 
was  a  serious  task.  It  had  to  be  done  by  cutting  down  cotton- 
wood  trees,  and  gathering  the  bark  and  branches  for  fodder. 
But  the  ponies  stood  it  as  well  as  the  men,  who  thought  them- 
selves comfortable  and  happy  in  their  warm  buffalo  tent.  Here 
they  slept  and  smoked,  told  stories  and  cooked  meals,  dressed 
their  skins,  or  ornamented  their  saddles. 

Not  a  small  part  of  their  time  did  they  spend  over  that 
magic  annihilator  of  time  and  surroundings — a  pack  of  cards ! 
The  man  who  held  the  ace  of  trumps  never  failed  to  be  regarded 
as  a  marvelously  lucky  fellow,  and  the  fellow  with  two  bowers 
and  a  queen,  as  little  short  of  a  hero !  We  may  smile  at  these 
little  details  of  the  trapper's  life,  but  it  is  more  fitting  that  a  tear 
should  fall,  for  these  are  the  men,  some  of  whom  are  known  to 
world-wide  fame,  as  the  hero  of  this  chapter,  but  many  of  whom 
are  unknown  to  history,  and  will  be  nameless  for  evermore- — these 
are  the  men,  "  who,"  as  reads  our  title-page,  "  by  their  valor  and 
war-craft,  beat  back  the  savages  from  the  borders  of  civilization, 
and  gave  the  American  forests  to  the  plow  and  the  sickle."  All 
honor,  then,  to  the  brave  pioneer,  the  fruit  of  whose  toils  and 
triumphs  he  beheld  from  afar  off,  while  we  alone  have  lived  to 
enter  into  the  land  of  promise  ! 

One  cold  January  night,  some  Crow  Indians  succeeded  in 
stealing  nine  horses  from  the  camp.  A  dozen  men,  with  Carson, 
of  course,  at  their  head,  started  in  pursuit.  At  the  end  of  forty 
miles  their  horses,  weak  from  insufficient  food,  made  a  halt 
necessary,  and  they  turned  into  a  clump  of  woods.  Here  they 
unexpectedly  found  their  enemies.  Making  fast  their  horses, 
and  examining  their  guns,  Carson  directed  the  men  to  make  a 
detour,  so  as  to  approach  the  savages  from  the  direction  in 


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which  they  least  expected  danger — that  in  which  they  traveled. 
To  get  close  enough  to  reconnoiter,  it  was  necessary  to  perform 
a  large  part  of  this  journey  crawling  through  the  deep  snow  on 
hands  and  knees.  In  this  way  they  were  able  to  discover  two 
rude  fortSj  in  which  a  large  force  of  Indians  were  performing 
the  war-dance.    The  nine  horses  were  tied  outside. 

To  insure  success  the  trappers,  in  spite  of  the  bitter  cold, 
lay  concealed  till  the  dance  ended,  and  the  last  sleepy  redskin 
snored  solemnly  in  the  darkness.  Carson  then  slipped  forward, 
cut  the  halters,  and  by  means  of  snow-balls  drove  the  horses 
away  w^ithout  noise.  Having  secured  them,  a  division  of  opinion 
w^as  found  as  to  whether  they  should  make  an  attack.  Carson 
and  two  others  strongly  urged  it,  as  otherwise  they  would  be 
pursued,  and  probably  have  to  fight  anyhow^  under  less  favorable 
circumstances.  The  advice  of  Carson  ^vas  followed,  and  they 
again  neared  the  sleeping  foe.  A  dog  in  the  camp  barked,  and 
the  warriors,  springing  to  their  feet,  became  marks  for  the  deadly 
rifles  of  the  pioneers.  Those  who  survived  the  first  fire  hur- 
riedly ran  to  the  other  fort.  A  desperate  sortie  was  repulsed 
with  the  loss  of  several  more.  At  daybreak  the  pioneers  with- 
drew, mounted  their  horses,  and  by  night  rejoined  their  com- 
rades at  quarters  on  the  Arkansas  River. 

In  the  spring  they  cached  their  furs,  and  broke  camp.  Three 
weeks  later,  while  on  the  South  Platte,  Carson  and  one  com- 
panion w^ere  sent  by  Captain  Gaunt  in  pursuit  of  two  men  who 
had  deserted  the  party.  Suspecting  their  design.  Kit  made  for 
the  furs  in  cache  at  the  old  camp.  Three  hundred  pounds,  be- 
longing equally  to  the  entire  party,  were  missing,  and  the 
deserters,  probably  killed  by  the  Indians,  were  never  heard  of 
afterward.  Failing  to  recover  the  furs,  Carson  and  his  compan- 
ion felt  that  a  return  to  Gaunt's  party  was  unwise  and  imprac- 
ticable. They  therefore  repaired  the  old  log  fortification  which 
had  surrounded  their  buffalo  tent  the  winter  before,  and,  without 
venturing  out  of  it  much,  managed  to  keep  well  supplied  with 
game.    Here  the  tw^o  men  lived  for  a  month,  one  of  them  always 


THE  HISTORY  OF  KIT  CARSON. 


on  guard,  anxiously  looking  for  relief,  which  came  at  last. 
Gaunt  had  entirely  given  them  up,  fearing  that  they  had  at- 
tempted to  return  to  him  and  had  been  killed  by  the  Indians 
of  the  region,  who  were  on  the  war-path. 

The  journey  to  rejoin  the  main  body  of  Gaunt's  party  proved 
exceedingly  dangerous,  even  for  the  band  of  twenty-one  veteran 
trappers.  On  several  occasions  a  stampede  occurred,  by  which 
they  lost  a  horse  or  two.  The  stampede  is  accomplished  by  the 
Indians  turning  loose  some  wild  horses,  which  are  trained  to 
dash  at  full  speed  through  the  camp  of  the  white  men.  All  the 
picketed  horses,  being  greatly  excited,  attempt  to  follow,  more  or 
less  succeeding  in  breaking  loose,  and  rushing  with  their  wild 
companions  into  an  Indian  lair,  much  as  greenies  fall  a  prey 
to  the  seductive  wiles  of  the  confidence  man. 

One  morning  Carson  took  a  trio  of  companions  to  cross  a 
range  and  look  for  beaver.  Their  outward  path  was  by  a  precip- 
itous way  directly  across  the  mountain.  But  in  the  afternoon 
as  they  turned  home  a  longer  walk  was  found  more  practicable 
for  the  descent.  As  they  were  leisurely  riding  back  to  the 
camp  there  suddenly  appeared  in  their  path,  directly  in  front 
of  them,  four  powerful  and  splendidly  mounted  Indians,  decked 
out  in  fantastic  plumes  and  gayly  colored  paint,  indicating  un- 
mistakably that  they  were  on  the  war-path.  The  emergency 
demanded  an  immediate  decision  as  to  the  best  course  to  pursue. 
In  all  likelihood  these  warriors  were  only  the  advance  guard  of 
a  large  war  party  ambushed  behind  the  rocks.  To  advance  was 
dangerous,  yet  to  retreat  was  to  be  pursued  and  almost  cer- 
tainly overtaken  and  killed.  The  three  other  men  turned  to 
Carson,  who  without  a  word  dug  his  spurs  deep  into  the  sides 
of  his  mustang,  and,  closely  followed  by  the  others,  dashed  at 
full  speed  upon  the  astonished  braves.  In  a  moment  sixty 
splendid  warriors  were  discovered  in  ambush  near  the  trail. 
Thick  and  fast  flew  their  bullets.  Kit  and  his  three  friends, 
throwing  themselves  as  much  as  possible  to  the  other  side  of 
their  horses,  dashed  on  without  returning  a  shot.     They  were 


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running  the  gauntlet.  In  three  minutes  they  would  either  b« 
safe  or  for  ever  silent.  ( 

At  one  point  the  copper-faced  devils  were  within  sixty  feet 
of  them.  But  in  their  surprise  at  the  boldness  of  the  trappers, 
their  aim  was  unsteady,  and  in  a  few  moments  Carson  had 
reached  the  camp,  alive  and  unhurt.  Two  of  his  companions 
had  received  severe  wounds,  and  on  the  following  day,  when 
the  march  was  resumed,  it  was  necessary  to  take  two  poles,  let 
the  ends  rest  on  two  trusty  horses,  and  swing  a  buffalo  robe  in 
the  center  as  a  litter  for  the  wounded  men. 

When  they  reached  Gaunt  the  hunt  for  beaver  was  found  to 
have  been  unsuccessful,  and  the  ill  luck  continued.  Tired  of 
going  empty-handed.  Kit  Carson  resolved  to  strike  out  and  try 
it  alone.  Two  companions  volunteered  to  join  him,  in  spite  of 
the  greatly  increased  danger  of  trapping  with  such  a  small 
party.  After  several  months  of  great  success,  attained  by  the 
superior  skill  of  Carson,  they  returned  to  Taos,  and  disposed 
of  their  furs  at  advantageous  prices. 

The  humdrum  life  in  the  mud  huts  of  Taos  was  dull  enough 
to  poor  Kit,  with  his  fierce  love  of  adventure,  and  thrusting 
away  all  notion  of  settling  down  after  his  two  years  of  absence, 
he  soon  arranged  to  join  a  trading  party.  They  had  been  out 
some  weeks  when  they  met  another  party  of  traders,  commanded 
by  Mr.  Robidaux.  Right  gladly  did  they  grasp  each  other's 
hands  and  interchange  stories  of  their  luck.  The  snow  began 
to  fall  soon  after  the  meeting,  and  the  men  took  the  hint  to  go 
into  winter  quarters-  For  the  purposes  of  companionship  and 
security  the  two  parties  arranged  to  encamp  together. 

Again  Carson  began  that  wonderful  life  in  the  buffalo  lodge 
of  which  we  have  spoken.  Again,  as  the  storm  raged  without, 
the  men  lay  around  the  fire  in  their  warm  but  wind-shaken  tent, 
and  with  many  a  yarn  and  jest  drowned  out  the  dreary  roar  of 
the  tempest.  On  these  occasions  Carson  was  much  less  of  a 
talker  than  the  other  fellows.  He  joined  heartily  in  the  laugh, 
but  except  when  the  talk  took  a  practical  turn,  as  to  what 


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would  have  been  the  safest  way  to  deal  with  the  redskins  on 
some  occasion,  or  how  a  trapper  who  was  lost,  and  without  a 
gun,  might  manage,  he  rarely  spoke.  It  was  rather  his  forte 
to  furnish  the  theme  of  conversation  by  some  daring  exploit 
of  his  own. 

Among  Mr.  Robidaux's  company  was  a  keen  and  shrewd 
California  Indian,  who  was  valued  for  his  skill  rather  than 
esteemed  for  his  trustworthiness.  One  morning  six  of  the 
finest  horses,  worth  two  hundred  dollars  apiece,  were  missing, 
and  this  fellow  as  well.  Illy  able  to  thus  lose  the  entire  profits 
of  his  expedition,  Robidaux  asked  Carson  to  attempt  a  reprisal. 
Kit,  though  prudent  when  only  his  own  interests  were  at  stake, 
shrank  from  no  dauger  to  help  a  friend.  To  help  him  on  his 
perilous  mission  Carson  determined  to  select  a  first  class  brave 
from  a  village  of  friendly  Utahs  near  by.  His  choice  was  soon 
made,  and  the  Utah  seemed  proud  of  the  honor.  Both  were 
splendidly  mounted,  and  quickly  striking  the  trail  of  the  flying 
thief,  they  dashed  on  their  errand  of  vengeance.  No  man 
could  follow  a  trail  or  read  its  characteristics  more  rapidly  than 
Kit  Carson,  although  still  the  youngest  man  of  his  party,  being 
yet  only  twenty-three  years  old — the  boy,"  as  the  old  trappers 
affectionately  called  him. 

Hardly  for  a  moment  w^as  the  rein  drawn  for  the  first  hun- 
dred miles,  and  Kit  felt  confident  of  overtaking  the  treacherous 
rascal  within  two  or  three  days.  After  a  few  hours'  halt  the 
first  night,  they  were  preparing  to  start  again,  when  Carson's 
Indian  companion  affirmed  that  his  horse  had  broken  down  and 
he  could  go  no  farther.  That  the  noble  animal  was  sick  was 
evident,  but  Kit  strongly  suspected  that  it  had  been  purposely 
made  so.  Should  he  turn  back  ?  The  savage  he  pursued  was 
an  experienced  and  dangerous  fighter,  armed  to  the  teeth,  and  no 
doubt  desperate.  Thinking  only  of  his  friend,  the  heroic  fellow 
left  his  companion,  and  flew  along  the  trail  alone.  Alone  in 
the  wilderness!  Around  him  stretched  the  illimitable  plains, 
bounded,  to  the  eye.  only  by  the  gloomy  Rockies,  which  from 


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afar  could  be  seen  lying  in  eternal  and  majestic  repose.  Not  a 
sound  broke  the  stillness  of  the  morning  but  the  rapid  thud, 
thud  of  his  horse's  hoofs  as  they  rose  and  fell  in  the  snowy 
trail,  with  the  regularity  of  a  machine.  '  Sometimes  a  thought 


CARSON  KILLING  THE  HORSE-THIEF. 


of  the  brave  mother  whom  he  had  left  years  before  in  the  little 
Missouri  clearing  would  force  itself  upward  as  his  gallant  steed 
bore  him  on  to  what  might  be  death. 

He  had  left  his  companion  about  thirty  miles  to  the  rear 
when  he  discovered  the  chase.    The  pace  of  ])ursuer  and  pur- 


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sued  became  terrific.  A  spectator  seeing  those  two  figures,  and 
wondering  at  the  singular  sight,  would  have  seen  the  one  behind 
gradually  gaining  on  the  other.  Seeing  this,  the  Indian  began 
to  make  for  some  rocks  behind  which  he  could  fire  at  his  pur- 
suer as  he  approached,  and  reload  without  exposure.  The  plan 
was  good.  It  had  almost  succeeded.  But  behind  him  was  the 
Hero  of  the  Rockies.  Without  pausing  an  instant  in  his  tre- 
mendous career,  Carson  unslung  his  rifle,  and  with  the  aim  that 
never  missed,  shot  his  enemy  through  the  heart,  just  as  he 
turned  behind  the  cover.  At  the  same  instant  the  other's  2:un 
went  off,  but  in  a  wild  direction.  When  Carson  returned  to  the 
winter  camp  with  the  stolen  horses  he  was  greeted  with  a  cheer. 
Not  alone  in  that  camp  was  the  exploit  talked  over  on  many  an 
evening' ;  but  borne  in  some  mysterious  manner  throuo-h  the 
wilderness,  the  story  of  the  deed  was  the  favorite  theme  around 
a  hundred  camp  fires. 

Carson  seemed  to  bear  a  charmed  life.  As  on  a  previous 
occasion,  he  had  left  the  main  party  and  with  three  picked  com- 
panions had  undertaken  a  separate  expedition.  One  night  the 
little  party  had  made  their  evening  halt.  They  had  been  with- 
out meat  for  some  days.  Kit  picked  up  his  rifle  and  started 
out  to  look  around.  About  a  mile  from  the  camp  he  was  elated 
with  the  sight  of  some  magnificent  elk.  Gaining  the  cover  of 
some  low,  scraggy  pine  trees,  he  succeeded,  by  great  care,  in 
getting  within  gunshot  of  the  prize.  AVithout  dwelling  on  his 
aim,  he  sped  a  bullet  after  the  largest  and  fattest  buck  in  the 
herd,  and  with  one  bound  the  noble  creature  fell  dead  with  a 
fearful  wound  through  his  heart  and  lungs. 

Scarcely  had  the  echoing  ring  of  the  shot  died  away,  when 
Carson  heard  a  terrific  roar  coming  directly  from  the  woods 
behind  him.  Turning  instantly  to  discover  its  source,  Carson 
saw  two  immense  grizzly  bears  bounding  towards  him,  their 
eyes  blazing  with  anger,  tlieir  white  teeth  glistening  with  rage 
and  hunger,  their  forearms  hung  with  huge  bony  claws  with 
which  to  tear  and  mangle  his  flesh.    Flinging  down  his  empty 


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INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


rifle,  for  which  he  would  have  given  worlds,  if  the  little  leaden 
bullet  in  the  heart  of  the  elk  had  never  left  its  barrel,  he  fairly 
flew  over  the  ground  in  his  race  for  the  nearest  tree.  It  was  a 
goal  for  which  life  was  the  stake.    He  had  just  grasped  a  limb 


CARSON  ATTACKED  BY  GRIZZLIES. 


and  swung  upward  as  the  infuriated  beasts  brushed  its  trunk. 
It  would  be  but  a  moment,  however,  till  they  would  commence 
to  climb  the  tree,  an  art  in  which  they  would  succeed  quite  as 
well  as  Kit.  Providentially  a  bear  has  a  tender  nose.  With 
his  glittering  hunting  knife  Carson  hacked  off  a  serviceable  little 


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555 


club.  When  Messrs.  Bruin  began  to  ascend  the  trunk,  in  order 
to  secure  the  evening  meal,  into  which  their  imaginations  had 
already  transformed  poor  Kit,  they  received  the  compliment  of 
smart  raps  on  their  lovely  noses.  With  a  mingled  roar  of  rage 
and  pain  they  quickly  descended,  only,  as  the  agony  wore  off, 
to  renew  their  ambitious  toil. 

This  drama  of  the  gentlemen  Bruin  ascending,  getting  their 
snouts  tickled,  and  letting  go  in  their  dreadful  anguish,  held 
the  boards  for  several  hours.  They  felt  greatly  injured.  First, 
Carson  had  beaten  them  in  the  race,  and  they  were  conscience- 
smitten  over  a  life  of  previous  indulgence  in  the  pleasures  of 
the  table,  which  had  impaired  their  condition  as  racers.  Then 
he  had  beaten  them  at  their  own  pet  game  of  climbing  trees, 
and  finally  his  undue  familiarity  with  their  noses  was  offen- 
sive. Again  and  again  they  tried  to  tear  him  out  of  the  tree ; 
again  and  again  he  drew  the  claret  with  his  club.  At  last,  in 
their  disappointment  and  grief  they  sat  down  and  had  a  regular 
cry,  after  which  they  gloomily  slunk  off  into  the  forest,  at  a 
little  time  after  which  our  hero  felt  safe  in  descending  from  his 
roost.  It  was  well  into  the  night  when  he  reached  his  alarmed 
companions.  The  story  had  to  take  the  place  of  a  supper. 
Long  before  morning  the  body  of  the  noble  elk  had  become  the 
prey  of  the  ignoble  wolves. 

In  July  Carson,  for  the  first  time,  attended  the  summer  ren- 
dezvous on  Green  River,  at  which  all  the  traders  and  trappers 
out  in  the  mountains  met  for  purposes  of  trade  and  barter.  It 
was  a  characteristic  scene  in  the  pioneer's  life.  Not  a  trader  s 
pack  was  opened  until  all  the  parties  known  to  be  in  the  mount- 
ains had  arrived.  The  lodges  were  struck  in  convenient  spots, 
and  around  the  roaring  camp-fires  the  lonely  trapper  passed  the 
happiest  part  of  the  year.  The  rendezvous  was  a  sort  of  a  fair. 
There  were  annually  gathered  together  two  or  three  hundred 
white  men,  and  not  a  few  Indians.  It  was  the  time  for  the 
exchange  of  yarns  and  experiences,  for  gambling  and  horse 
racing,  for  quarrels  and  fights,  as  well  as  for  barter. 


556  INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 

Among  the  crowd  was  a  swaggering,  bullying  Frenchman, 
named  Shunan,  who  had  whipped  two  men  under  his  size  in  one 
day,  and  boasted  that  he  "  could  lick  all  the  Americans  in  the 
mountains."  He  had  rather  cowed  the  men,  and  as  no  one  else 
seemed  disposed  to  stop  his  insults,  Carson  quietly  determined 


ENCOUNTER  BETWEEN  CARSON  AND  SHUNAN. 

to  make  it  his  own  affair.  Stepping  up  to  the  bully,  who  was 
twice  his  size,  he  said,  in  the  presence  of  a  crowd  :  "  Shunan, 
there  are  a  dozen  men  here  who  can  w^hip  you.  Keep  your 
mouth  shut,  or  I  will  be  under  the  necessity  of  killing  you." 
According  to  the  trapper  code,  both  men  went  hurriedly  to  their 


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lodges,  and,  mounting  their  horses,  prepared  to  fight.  The 
crowd  embraced  every  one  on  tlie  ground.  Shunan  had  his 
rifle ;  Carson,  in  the  hurry,  had  picked  up  only  a  single-barreled 
horse  pistol.  The  two  men  rode  rapidly  toward  each  other, 
until  their  horses'  heads  almost  touched.  Suddenly  reining  up, 
Carson  said,  "  Are  you  looking  for  me  ? "  No,"  was  the  lying 
answer  of  the  man,  as  he  lifted  his  rifle  to  shoot.  But,  before 
he  could  fire,  Carson  had  lodged  a  ball  in  Shunan's  right  fore- 
arm, disabling  his  antagonist  and  saving  himself. 

Such  is  the  code  of  the  frontier.  Where  men  have  no  law 
they  become  legishitors  themselves  ;  w^here  they  have  no  judge, 
or  jury,  or  executioner,  they  quickly  fill  all  these  functions 
themselves.  Such  is  the  demand  of  the  mind  for  law  and  judg- 
ment, and  such  are  its  resources  when  thrown  upon  itself. 
These  things  are  right.  They  are  the  beginnings  of  the  mighty 
struggle  for  law,  a  struggle  which,  in  proportion  to  its  success, 
means  the  crushing  out  of  barbarism,  cruelty,  violence,  and 
injustice,  and  the  uplifting  of  civilization  and  order,  humanity 
and  riditeousness. 

Two  montlis  after  the  breaking  up  of  the  rendezvous,  Car- 
son's party  suffered  the  usual  theft  of  their  horses  by  Indians, 
and  as  inevitably  Kit  and  a  dozen  men  started  out  in  pursuit. 
On  overtaking  them  the  redskins  made  signs  of  friendship,  and 
protested  their  innocent  intentions.  Each  party  laid  down  their 
arms,  and  marched  to  a  point  midway  between,  for  a  conference. 
The  trappers  stated  promptly  that  peace  talk"  must  be  pre- 
ceded by  the  surrender  of  their  horses.  With  much  evasion, 
the  Indians'  chief  offered  to  return  five  of  the  poorest  horses, 
as  all  he  could  do.  On  hearing  this,  the  trappers  broke  and 
ran  for  their  guns.  Kit  and  a  man  named  Markhead,  being  in 
the  lead,  on  the  return,  selected  the  two  advance  Indians  for 
adversaries.  Carson  w^as  about  to  fire  at  his  man,  when  he 
suddenly  saw  Markhead  examining  the  lock  of  his  gun,  while 
his  foe  had  a  rifle  leveled  at  him.  True  to  his  nature,  Kit  fired 
at  Markhead's  adversary,  killing  him,  thus  saving  Markhead, 


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INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


but  at  imminent  risk  to  himself.  His  own  adversary  took  ad- 
vantage of  his  opportunity  to  fire,  but  inflicted  only  a  dangerous 
wound  on  Carson's  shoulder.  As  their  leader  fell,  several  of 
the  trappers  sprang  forward  to  bear  him  bleeding  from  the  field. 

As  darkness  came  on,  the  fighting  ceased,  and  the  men 
gathered  in  their  camp.  The  cold  was  intense,  but  no  fire  could 
be  lighted,  as  it  would  reveal  their  whereabouts  to  the  savages. 
Disheartened  by  the  misfortune  of  Carson,  whose  life-blood 
ebbed  in  crimson  tide  upon  the  spotless  snow,  they  determined 
to  retreat,  and  for  the  first  time  in  his  life  Carson  returned  to 
his  command  without  the  horses  of  which  he  had  gone  in  search. 

The  fall  hunt,  this  year,  was  unsuccessful,  and  Carson's 
party  divided  on  Big  Snake  River,  Kit's  company  of  five  men 
starting  to  Fort  Hall.  The  country  through  which  they  traveled 
was  barren,  and  their  provisions  were  soon  exhausted.  For 
days  they  subsisted  on  a  root  which  they  found  in  small  quan- 
tities. At  last  this  disappeared.  Then  they  bled  their  mules 
and  drank  the  blood.  This  weakened  the  animals  till  it  could 
be  carried  no  further.  The  horrors  of  starvation  confronted 
them.  When  they  went.supperless  to  sleep,  the  famished  men 
in  their  dreams  beheld  the  greatest  abundance  of  game  and 
food,  but  could  not  quite  partake  of  it.  Now  the  sleeper  would 
behold  a  herd  of  elk ;  just  as  he  had  almost  come  within  gun- 
shot, the  animals  would  mockingly  bound  away.  Now,  hungered 
from  a  long  hunt,  he  sat  by  the  fire  watching  the  steaming  mess 
in  the  camp  kettle,  when,  just  as  it  was  ready  for  his  watering 
mouth,  the  kettle  turned  over,  and  its  savory  contents  were  lost. 
Now^  he  was  putting  to  his  mouth  a  rare  bit  of  buffalo  liver, 
when  the  cry  of  Indians  "  made  him  jump  for  his  gun,  and 
snatched  him  away  from  the  untasted  morsel. 

In  their  extremity,  a  band  of  impoverished  but  friendly 
Indians  were  met,  who,  without  any  hope  of  recompense,  divided 
their  own  too  meager  supplies  with  the  famished  whites,  and 
by  this  kind  help  from  the  poorest  of  the  poor,  Carson  was  en- 
abled to  conduct  his  party  to  the  hospitable  fort.    Here  the 


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559 


exhausted  men  recuperated  rapidly,  and  in  two  weeks  were 
e?2:er  to  ascertain  tlie  truth  of  the  stories  of  wonderful  buffalo 
herds  two  hundred  miles  to  the  northeast,  which  were  heard  by 
them  in  their  enforced  inactivity. 

Every  thing  being  in  readiness.  Carson  and  his  men  started 
out  from  their  havt-n  of  safety,  and  two  days  brought  them  in 
sight  of  what  the  novice  Avuuld  at  first  view  have  thought  a 
distant  forest,  but  from  which,  at  a  great  distance,  cotild  be 
heard  a  dull  and  thunderous  roar.  A  nearer  approach  revealed 
a  bellowing  multitude  of  buffalo,  so  great  that  no  man  could 
number  them.  In  every  part  of  the  vast  herd  were  going  on 
deadly  combats  between  rival  beasts.  Over  the  combatants  rose 
a  dense  clotid  of  dust,  through  which  could  be  caught  glimpses 
of  the  bloody  conflict.  Without  delaying  to  watch  the  wonder- 
ful sight,  the  trappers  rapidly  skirted  the  herds,  and  directed 
their  course  toward  a  narroAv  A'alley  or  ravine,  in  which  were  to 
be  had  timber  for  the  poles  on  Avhich  to  dry  the  meat,  and  water 
for  the  horses.  Long  before  day  they  were  tip.  and  a  part  of 
them  had  commenced  driving  one  of  the  detached  herds  toward 
this  valley.  The  stupid  but  timid  buffalo  headed  for  the  fatal 
trap  at  a  full  gallop. 

Meanwhile  the  other  men  had  carefully  posted  themselves 
at  the  other  outlets  of  the  valley.  In  a  little  while  the  "  sur- 
round "  was  complete.  Then  with  a  yell  each  man  dashed  in 
and  closed  on  the  game.  Desperately  did  the  powerful  crea- 
ture^ dash  from  side  to  side  in  frantic  effort  to  escape.  Some, 
in  fact,  broke  throuudi  the  currcd.  but  in  spite  of  this  the  slatigh- 
ter  was  immense.  Many  of  the  buffalo,  bewildered  by  the 
attacks  on  every  side,  almost  stood  still  in  the  agon}'  of  their 
terror,  and  waited  for  their  exectitioner.  In  less  than  ten  min- 
utes fifty  of  them  had  fallen  to  rise  no  more.  Poles  were  then 
planted  in  the  ground  and  strung  with  ropes  of  hide,  on  which 
the  strips  of  meat  were  hung  for  curing  in  the  sun.  When  suf- 
ficiently dried  it  was  packed  in  bales.  When  all  their  horses 
were  loaded,  the  slow  mardi  back  to  the  fort  was  begun. 


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INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


Unknown  to  the  trappers,  their  train  had  a  constant  escort 
from  their  sworn  enemies,  the  Blackfeet  Indians.  No  attack  was 
made,  however.  At  the  fort  the  horses  were  placed  in  a  fenced 
inclosure  for  protection,  and  a  sentry  placed  on  watch.  One 
night  the  fellow  on  guard,  perhaps  a  little  the  worse  for  liquor, 
saw  two  men  approach  the  bars,  let  them  down,  and  deliberately 
commence  driving  every  horse  out  into  the  prairie.  It  never 
occurred  to  Mr.  Guard  that  the  Indians  would  come  except  in 
force,  and  his  intelligent  mind  never  doubted  that  the  two  men 
were  his  comrades,  who  had  orders  to  take  the  horses  outside 
for  better  pasturage.  Thanking  his  lucky  stars  for  the  relief, 
he  said  nothing  to  his  industrious  friends,  but  curled  down  in  a 
fence  corner  and  went  to  sleep.  In  the  morning  it  was  found 
that  the  Blackfeet  had,  without  firing  a  gun  or  losing  a  brave, 
run  off  every  horse  and  mule  belonging  to  the  fort,  and  left  the 
enraged  trappers  without  an  animal  on  which  to  make  pursuit. 
It  came  near  terminating  even  more  seriously  for  poor  Sim- 
monds,  the  sentry.  Several  of  the  trappers  in  their  rage  threat- 
ened to  kill  him,  and,  by  way  of  emphasis,  put  a  few  rifle  shots 
through  his  fur  hat  as  it  rested  on  his  own  precious  head. 

This  little  trick  of  their  Blackfeet  friends  was  not  forgotten, 
when,  in  the  following  spring,  a  strong  body  of  the  trappers 
found  themselves  in  proximity  to  the  chief  village  of  the  nation. 
Kit  Carson  and  a  friend  or  two,  after  a  careful  reconnoiter, 
reported  that  there  were  signs  of  a  hurried  removal  to  be  seen. 
Every  heart  in  the  company  beat  high  with  the  excitement  of 
approaching  revenge,  the  darkest  passion  of  human  nature. 
Forty-three  picked  men,  under  the  command  of  Carson,  were 
detailed  for  the  fight ;  the  remaining  fiftj^-five  were  to  guard  the 
valuable  stores  of  the  party,  and  advance  slowly  as  a  reserve. 
With  a  wild  yell  the  trappers  charged  the  village,  killing  a  dozen 
braves  in  an  instant.  But  the  Indians  were  the  children  of  a 
noble  tribe,  brave,  strong,  skillful,  and  well  equipped.  They 
quickly  rallied,  and  commenced  a  bloody  struggle,  which  lasted 
over  three  hours,  an  unusual  time  for  Indian  warfare.  Every 


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561 


man  was  concealed  behind  trees,  rocks,  or  whatever  could  afford 
protection.  Sometimes  the  same  rock  would  afford  cover  for  an 
Indian  and  a  trapper.  Neither  could  leave  the  place  without 
beintr  killed.  For  an  hour  the  two  men  would  seek  to  kill  each 
other.  At  last,  in  a  moment  of  negligence  or  unskillfulness,  one 
of  them  would  bite  the  dust. 

The  trappers  retained  the  advantage  gained  at  the  outset 
until  the  prolonged  combat  began  to  exhaust  their  ammunition. 
The  sagacious  redskins  at  once  divined  the  cause  of  the  slack- 
ened fire,  and  charged  on  their  foes.  The  hand  to  hand  engage- 
ment is  the  one  in  which  individual  skill  and  heroism  develops 
its  noblest  examples.  The  trappers,  by  the  use  of  their  red- 
dened knives  and  smoking  pistols,  again  and  again  drove  back 
their  assailants,  but  at  last  were  driven  to  a  stubborn  retreat. 
In  executing  this  movement,,  the  horse  of  a  mountaineer  named 
Cotton,  who  Avas  at  the  extreme  right  of  the  field  of  battle, 
stumbled  and  fell,  pinning  his  rider  to  the  earth.  Carson's  keen 
eye,  wdiich  incessantly  swept  the  entire  field,  perceived  the  acci- 
dent at  the  same  time  that  a  half  dozen  dusky  warriors  bounded 
forward  to  scalp  the  unfortunate  man.  Springing  from  his 
horse,  with  a  rallying  cry  to  his  now  scattered  men,  Carson  ran 
toward  his  friend,  and,  taking  aim  as  he  ran,  shot  the  foremost 
savage  down.  The  trappers  now  came  running  from  all  direc- 
tions at  their  commander's  call,  and  the  remainina'  five  braves 
started  for  cover.  Only  two  of  them  ever  reached  it.  Cotton, 
with  a  little  help,  extricated  himself  from  the  painful  situation 
in  which  his  accident  left  him. 

Seing-  that  Cotton  was  all  right,  Carson  turned  to  look  for 
his  horse,  and  found  that  he  had  run  away.  It  was  no  time  or 
place  to  remain  on  foot.  The  sa^'ages  might  overtake  him  at 
any  moment.  Ready  for  any  emergency.  Kit  mounted  behind 
one  of  his  comrades,  and  in  this  position  waited  till  his  runaway 
horse  could  be  recaptured.  When  the  reserve  came  up  with  its 
precious  supplies  of  ammunition,  the  trappers  prepared  to  make 
a  fnial  and  crushing:  attack  on  the  Indians.    This  last  struirHe 


562 


INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


resulted  in  the  disastrous  defeat  of  the  tribe,  and  so  broke  its 
power  and  spirit  that  for  years  the  trappers  and  hunters  pur- 
sued their  occupation  without  molestation  from  the  humbled 
Blackfeet. 

At  the  summer  rendezA^ous  Kit  arranged  to  join  a  couple  of 
traders  who  had  planned  an  expedition  into  the  Navajoe  country. 
This  tribe  had  attained  a  sort  of  red  man's  ciA^ilization,  a  thing 
which  is  perfectly  possible.  All  civilizations  are  not  alike. 
The  Chinese  civilization  is  the  oldest  on  the  globe,  yet  among 
the  lower  classes  a  rat  is  a  great  dainty  at  the  dinner  table ; 
from  twelve  to  twenty  persons  of  all  ages  and  either  sex  sleep 
huddled  together  in  a  single  small  room ;  a  few  cents  constitute  a 
day's  wages.  India  has  her  cities  and  commerce;  her  religions 
older  far  than  Christianity;  her  temples  of  marble,  ivory,  and 
gold,  the  architecture  of  which  is  unequaled  on  the  globe ;  but 
in  India  are  found  fanatics  who  have  held  their  right  arms  up- 
ward for  twenty  years,  until  the  joints  have  become  solid  bone, 
covered  with  shriveled  parchment,  and  the  extended  members 
can  not  be  lowered.  There  is,  too,  a  civilization  in  Russia,  a 
civilization  of  fashion,  aristocracy,  and  wealth,  of  colleges,  of 
railroads,  of  libraries,  and  palaces.  In  Russia  it  was  that  her 
ruler  employed  the  idle  laborers  in  constructing,  at  untold  cost, 
a  magnificent  winter  palace  made  entirely  of  ice,  and  destined 
to  melt  away  as  the  summer  sun  flung  his  radiance  across  its 
crystal  towers ;  and  it  was  the  czar  of  all  the  Russias  who  by 
the  stroke  of  his  pen  peacefully  emancipated  twenty  million 
serfs.  Yet  in  this  same  country,  where  the  body  is  free,  the 
mind  is  in  chains.  Torture  and  the  executioner's  ax  paralyze 
not  merely  the  tongue  but  the  intellect  as  well.  Worse  than 
these  penalties  are  those  by  which  wise  and  good  men,  valuable 
members  of  society,  are  sent  to  the  terrible  mines  of  Siberia. 
There  in  the  darkness  alike  of  day  and  night  they  spend  the 
remainder  of  their  lives.  College  professors,  scientists,  and 
editors,  treated  worse  than  the  blackest  felons,  toil  on  in  these 
fearful  abodes  of  torture,  losing  eyesight,  hair,  teetli.  st length, 


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intelligence,  until  at  last  they  drop  their  fetters  and  leap  into 
the  skeleton  arms  of  Death.    Yet  Russia  is  civilized. 

So  we  say  that  though  an  Indian  civilization  might  possess 
many  elements  strange  and  grotesque  in  our  eyes,  still  it  was  a 


THE  RESCUE  OF  COTTON. 


possibility.  The  Navajoes  had  something  approaching  it.  They 
were  wealthy,  and  fond  of  their  possessions.  Their  customs 
were  somewhat  settled.  They  knew  the  art  of  weaving  beauti- 
ful blankets,  and  manufacturing  many  other  articles  which  com- 
Sianded  high  prices.     Carson  and  his  fellow  traders  f«und  a 


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ready  market  among  them  for  their  merchandise^  and  returned 
from  their  trip  with  large  herds  of  splendid  horses  and  mules, 
loaded  down  with  valuable  blankets  and  furs. 

For  the  next  year  or  two  Carson  went  ahead  with  his  life 
of  hunting  and  trapping.  His  character  is  in  marked  contrast 
with  those  of  his  companions.  Carson  was  a  kind-hearted, 
even-tempered,  and  intensely  practical  man.  Though  a  sparing 
talker,  he  was  one  of  those  geniuses  Avho  perform  e^  ery  thing 
they  undertake  with  skill,  rapidity,  and  success.  He  had  a  re- 
markably smooth,  well-balanced,  and  symmetrical  nature,  which 
was  rare  for  a  trapper,  who  was  generally  a  dare-devil,  crack- 
brained  fellow,  utterly  reckless,  erratic,  and  without  stability  of 
purpose.  So  far  from  making  trapping  and  hunting  his  life- 
work,  he  had  ordinarily  followed  a  dozen  different  callings — 
now  making  Sunday-school  speeches  in  the  Eastern  cities  ;  now 
selling  patent  medicine  in  the  malarial  districts  of  the  Middle 
States;  now  preaching  to  the  Indians;  and  now  a  New  Mexican 
desperado  and  cut-throat. 

This  was  just  about  the  career  of  Williams,  an  old  fellow 
who  was  with  Carson  at  this  time.  He  had  translated  the 
Bible  into  two  Indian  dialects.  His  irregular  genius  showed 
itself  in  an  incident  in  a  Mexican  town.  He  was  at  the  time  a 
trader  or  shopkeeper  there.  One  day  some  of  his  customers 
complained  of  his  prices,  and  undertook  to  jew  him  down. 
Williams  flew  into  a  terrible  rage.  He  blasphemed  and  abused 
them  in  the  most  horrible  manner.  Finally,  springing  on  them 
like  a  tiger,  he  kicked  them  all  out  of  his  little  booth  or  lodge; 
and,  as  if  disgusted  with  the  whole  community,  commenced 
throwing  his  goods  and  merchandise,  helter-skelter,  into  the 
street,  nor  did  he  stop  till  his  booth  was  entirely  dismantled. 
Then  with  horrid  curses,  and  his  eyes  ablaze  with  insane  fury, 
he  seized  his  rifle,  and  shaking  the  dust  of  the  place  from  his 
feet,  he  angrily  took  himself  off  to  the  mountains. 

Another  one  of  these  eccentric  characters,  one  who  stood 
high  in  the  trapper  profession,  was  a  fellow  named  ^litchell. 


THE  HISTORY  OF  KIT  CARSON. 


He  had  at  one  time  acquired  the  notion  of  some  wonderful  gohl 
mines  being  hidden  away  in  the  mountains  of  northern  Texas. 
With  the  purpose  of  discovering  them,  he  joined  the  Comanche 
nation,  became  one  of  their  braves,  married  a  pretty  Indian 
squaw,  and  for  some  years  was  one  of  their  leaders  in  battle, 
and  a  terror  to  their  foes.  Becoming  convinced  that  the  gold 
mines  we  e  myths,  he  made  to  his  Comanche  friends  some  plausi- 
ble excuse  for  a  temporary  absence,  and  left  them  forever. 

Some  years  after  that  period  of  Carson's  life  of  which  w<j 
are  now  speaking,  Mitchell  made  a  trading  trip  into  Kansas.  It 
was  the  first  time  in  many  years  that  he  had  been  in  the  States. 
Kansas  was  just  in  the  convulsion  of  political  passion  Avhich 
preceded  the  civil  war.  The  free-soilers  and  pro-slavery  men 
were  carrying  on  a  guerrilla  warfare,  each  trying  to  drive  the 
other  out  of  the  state.  Farm-houses  were  burned;  men  were  fired 
upon  from  thickets  as  they  passed  along  the  road ;  corpses  were 
found  in  the  forest  with  knives  sticking  in  their  hearts.  All 
this  seemed  natural  enough  to  Mitchell,  with  his  frontier  notions, 
but  his  trip  was  a  business  one.  In  his  lonely  life  in  the  moun- 
tains, Mitchell  had  remained  ignorant  of  all  political  issues. 
With  the  instinctive  caution  of  the  frontiersman,  as  well  as  from 
the  natural  reserve  which  he  felt  when  among  civilized  (!)  men, 
he  avoided  all  conversation  on  political  questions.  Patriotism 
and  suspicion  at  once  spotted  him  as  a  dangerous  man,  and 
caused  him  to  be  avoided  or  treated  with  indifference  and  marked 
reserve.  Once  he  was  seen  reading  a  newspaper  with  great  in- 
terest. It  was  a  fragment  of  an  old  New  Orleans  paper,  bitterly 
pro-slavery.  He  was  observed  to  put  it  carefully  in  his  pocket. 
That  night  a  masked  company  of  free-soilers  told  him  to  leave 
town  in  six  hours,  or  he  would  be  killed.  He  left.  The  article 
he  had  been  reading  related  to  a  new  way  of  making  hats,  in 
which  silk  was  substituted  for  beaver  fur,  and  prophesying  that 
the  latter  would  be  entirely  supplanted  ! 

On  another  occasion  he  went  into  a  store  to  buy  a  lot  of 
powder  and  ball  to  take  back  with  him.    The  storekeeper  looked 


INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


suspiciously  at  him,  and  asked  him  where  he  came  from. 
"None  of  yer  business,"  said  Mitchell.  "What  do  you  want 
with  ammunition  ?  "  "  To  load  my  gun.  What  d'  ye  s'pose  ; 
did  you  think  I  wanted  ter  make  bread  of  it  ? "  This  was 
enough  for  the  storekeeper.  With  a  triumphant  glance  at  the 
bystanders  he  said,  "  I  understand  what  you  free-soilers  want 
Avith  ammunition,  you  dogs ;  you  want  to  kill  us.  We  want  all 
we  have  ourselves."  All  this  to  the  poor  mountaineer,  who 
considered  every  white  man  his  "  brother,"  was  insupportable. 
Hastily  finishing  his  business,  he  gave  up  a  long  contemplated 
trip  to  the  eastern  cities,  and  started  back  to  New  Mexico.  A 
friend  fell  in  with  him  on  his  return  trip,  and  asked  where  he 
had  been. 

"After  being  away  for  twenty  years,  I  thought  I  would  like 
to  see  the  whites  once  more.  But  what  I  saw  in  Kansas  dis- 
gusted me  so  I  could  go  no  further.  They  do  nothing  but  get 
up  war-parties  against  each  other.  I  would  rather  be  in  an 
Indian  country  than  in  civilized  Kansas." 

We  have  already  hinted  at  a  fact  which,  though  its  origin 
was  thousands  of  miles  away,  in  Europe,  reached  in  its  effect 
the  lonely  mountains  of  New  Mexico,  and  robbed  Kit  Carson 
and  his  friends  of  their  occupation.  The  increasing  scarcity  and 
high  prices  of  the  beaver  fur  had  induced  the  hat  manufacturers 
of  Europe  to  look  for  a  substitute.  It  was  found  in  silk,  which, 
though  not  so  durable,  presented  an  equally  beautiful  appear- 
ance in  the  "plug"  hat.  Thus  the  market  for  beaver  fur  was 
seriously  affected.  The  prices  fell  with  the  demand,  and  the 
lonely  mountaineer,  like  Othello,  found  "his  occupation  gone." 

This  fact,  sad  enough  for  the  poor  trappers,  is  repeated  at 
every  step  in  the  progress  of  civilization.  Human  invention  is 
constantly  destroying  old  trades  and  occupations.  It  makes  a 
reaping  machine,  and  both  the  men  who  use  and  the  men  who 
manufacture  the  "  cradle  "  are  thrown  out  of  employment.  It 
builds  a  railroad,  and  all  the  innkeepers,  who  had  their  clean  little 
hostclrics  distributed  along  the  roads,  so  that,  after  each  day's 


THE  HISTORY  OF  KIT  CARS  OX. 


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journey,  the  tired  traveler  might  find  lodging  and  refreshment 
for  ''man  and  beast."'  find  their  inns  deserted  and  their  business 
gone.  It  invents  a  loom.  b\-  which,  with  one  boy  to  fill  the 
shuttles,  the  work  of  twenty  hand-weavers  is  done,  and  better 
done.  It  constructs  an  automatic  air  brake  for  the  express  train, 
and  the  brakesmen  are  discharged:  the  engineer  does  their  work, 
and  does  it  better.  All  this  presents  a  great  problem.  In  order 
to  live,  men  must  have  work.  Every  year  an  increasing  multi- 
tude complain,  and  not  without  reason,  that  there  is  less  labor 
to  do  than  formerh".  and  that  their  hands.  thou£i^h  willinu^  can 
find  no  task.  Idle  classes  are  dangerous.  They  are  brought 
into  the  world  without  asking  their  consent,  and  being  here  they 
demand,  and  rightly,  too.  that  they  shall  have  an  opportunity 
to  earn  money  and  procure  food.  All  this,  we  say.  presents  a 
great  and  serious  question.  So  it  w^as.  when  their  trade  was 
taken  away,  the  trappers  were  grieved  and  angry.  They  felt 
like  striking  back,  but  whom  should  they  hit '?  Deep  in  their 
sullen  hearts  they  cursed  the  inventor  of  the  silk  hat.  He  was 
a  dog.  a  devil,  a  brute  I 

Kit  to  some  extent  shared  these  feelings,  but  he  cheerfully 
sought  another  occupation.  There  was  a  trading-post  called 
Bent's  Fort.  Here  he  was  oft'ered  th'?  ]iosition  of  hunter  to  the 
fort.  It  was  the  duty  of  the  hunter  to  proAdde  the  daily  supply 
of  game,  summer  and  winter,  for  the  table  of  the  fort.  If  he 
had  bad  luck  in  his  hunting,  the  fellows  at  the  fort  were  sure  to  be 
cross.  If  his  provision  lacked  variety,  they  were  likely  to  speak 
of  it.  Carson"s  oTeat  skill  with  his  oam  caused  him  to  be  somrht 
after  for  this  position.  He  accepted  it.  and  held  it  for  eight 
consecutive  years.  It  is  said  that,  during  all  these  years,  "  not 
a  single  word  of  disagreement  passed  between  him  and  his  em- 
ployers.'" This  fact  is  a  monument  to  Kit's  expertness  as  a 
hunter. 

If  any  thing  in  the  world  will  bring  un  a  fuss,  it  is  an  in- 
sufficient meal.  Kit's  boarders  were  unfailingly  provided  for. 
lie  never  returned  empty  handed.    On  these  expeditions  Kit 


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INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


was  mounted  on  his  magnificent  horse,  '^Apache. '  They  knew 
and  loved  each  other.  Neither  horse  nor  rider  had  an  equal,  as 
hunters,  in  the  Rocky  Mountains.  During  these  years  Kit's 
fame  spread  over  the  entire  West.    He  was  called  the  "  Monarch 


CARSON  AND  HIS  FAVORITE  HORSE,  "APACHE." 


of  the  Prairies,  the  Nestor  of  New  Mexico;"  but  the  name  he 
was  most  pleased  with  was,  the  "Hero  of  the  Rockies."  Among 
the  lodges  of  the  Arrapahoes,  Cheyennes,  and  Comanches,  Kit 
was  an  honored  guest  on  many  occasions.  One  reason  for  his 
remaining  so  quiet  for  eight  years  is  found  in  his  marriage  with 


THE  HISTORY  OF  KIT  CARSON. 


569 


an  Indian  girl,  of  whom  he  was  passionntely  fond,  it  was  his 
misfortune  to  lose  his  dusky  bride  by  death,  when  they  had  only 
been  married  two  }'ears.  To  an  infant  daughter,  however,  were 
ti'ansferred  the  entire  wealth  of  his  affections.  When  of  stiita- 
ble  age.  he  sent  her  to  St.  Louis,  to  receive  every  advantage 
which  education  could  bestow.  During  this  time  Carson  guided 
many  emigrants  across  the  Sierra  Nevada  Mountains,  patiently 
helping  their  toiling  ox-teams  along  the  rocky  roads. 

In  1842.  Carson  made  a  trip  to  the  States.  For  the  first 
time  ill  >ixteen  years,  he  looked  upon  the  home  of  his  childhood. 
But  TiuiH  had  swept  his  unsparing  hand  over  the  place..  The 
old  log  cabin,  in  the  door  of  which  Kit's  mother  had  stood  six- 
teen years  before,  waving  her  hand  to  her  buy  a>  he  rode  proudly 
away  that  sunny  morning,  was  now  a  crumbling  ruin.  Xo  light 
gleamed  from  its  cheerless  window.  Xo  lo^'ing  arms  were 
clasped  couA'ulsively  around  the  wanderer's  neck. 

The  father  and  mother  slept  the  sleep  that  knows  no  wak- 
ing, beneath  the  foot  of  a  lonely  forest  tree,  and  within  hearing 
of  the  ceaseless  murmur  of  the  Missouri  River.  Brothers  and 
.listers,  too.  were  gone ;  some  dead  :  >ome.  impelled  b}'  the 
same  restless  spirit  which  made  its  home  in  the  heart  of  Carson, 
\vere  scattered  abroad  in  the  wildernesse:>  of  the  West.  Xone  left  I 
vStaggered  at  this  desolation.  Carson  sat  down  in  the  shadows 
of  a  double  darkness — the  darkness  of  the  night  Avithout.  and 
of  the  niodit  Avithin.  And  as  the  niii'ht-bird.  Avanderinu'  from  its 
mate,  uttered  its  lonely  cry  in  the  gloom  of  the  forest,  the 
strons:  man.  sensible  of  his  utter  loneliness.  iiaA  e  Avav  to  the 
melancholy  of  the  hour,  and  Avept  in  the  solitude  as  only  men 
can  Aveep. 

Shaking  off  these  sad  memories.  Kit  Avent  to  St.  Louis, 
Avhere  he  spent  ten  days.  It  Avas  his  first  visit  to  a  great  city. 
The  roar  of  the  streets  and  bustle  of  excited  throngs  contrasted 
strangely  Avith  his  life  in  the  mountains.  But  he  was  no 
•*  greeny."  ready  to  bite  at  the  traps  of  the  city  sharpers.  He 
visited  the  places  of  interest,  investigated  the  methods  of  doing 


570 


INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


business,  and  availed  himself  of  his  opportunities  for  acquiring 
information. 

But  this  trip  had  one  momentous  result.  Carson  became 
acquainted  with  Lieutenant  John  C.  Fremont,  who  was  just  pro- 
ceeding on  his  first  journey  of  exploration.  Fremont  was 
greatly  in  need  of  an  experienced  pioneer  to  guide  his  party 
through  the  mountains,  as  well  as  give  them  the  benefit  of  his 
experience  as  to  means  of  subsistence  and  defense  against 
Indians.  Opportunely  meeting  Carson,  he  employed  him,  and 
thus  Kit  was  introduced  into  a  work  which  has  made  his 
name  a  household  word  throughout  the  republic.  The  object 
of  the  expedition  was  to  survey  the  South  Pass,  in  what  we 
know  as  Wyoming  Territory,  and  obtain  the  altitude  of  the 
highest  peaks.  Up  to  this  time,  America  was  profoundly 
ignorant  of  the  AVest. 

The  success  of  the  expedition  was  complete.  Carson  had 
proven  invaluable,  for  his  hunting  and  trapping  career  had  made 
him  familiar  with  the  entire  West,  from  Mexico  on  the  south 
to  British  America  on  the  north.  In  the  following  year,  Fre- 
mont made  his  second  exploring  expedition,  on  behalf  of  the 
United  States  Government.  As  before,  he  made  Carson  his 
right-hand  man.  His  object  this  time  was  to  push  his  investi- 
gations westward  from  the  Rockies  to  the  Sierra  Nevadas,  there 
connect  his  work  with  the  Pacific  coast  surveys,  which  had 
already  been  made,  and  thus  lay  a  foundation  for  a  survey  and 
map  of  the  entire  West. 

This  party  had  many  thrilling  adventures.  After  leaving 
the  Rockies,  and  traveling  many  days  across  the  barren  plains, 
their  provisions  began  to  give  out.  The  journey  was  longer, 
and  game  scarcer,  than  they  expected.  Before  them  lay  the 
snowy  Sierras  ;  to  attempt  to  cross  them  in  the  enfeebled  con- 
dition of  the  party  was  perilous  in  the  extreme.  Behind,  lay 
the  plains  they  had  just  traversed ;  to  retrace  their  steps  was  to 
starve  long  before  they  reached  a  point  where  supplies  could  be 
had.    So  it  was  that  the  only  record  of  Fremont's  second  expe' 


THE  HISTORY  OF  KIT  CARSON. 


571 


dition  came  near  being  the  horrible  hieroglyphics  of  bleaching 
skeletons,  which  are  so  often  left  by  explorers,  the  fearful  mean- 
ing of  which  is  so  readily  understood. 

To  attempt  a  crossing  of  the  mountains  was  urged  by  Carson 
as  the  only  alternative.  It  was  resolved  upon.  Snow-shoes  for 
the  entire  party  were  indispensable  to  traversing  the  whitened 
expanse,  into  the  depths  of  which  a  man  unshod  would  sink 
out  of  sight  forever.  Kit  swiftly  instructed  the  men  how  to 
make  them,  and  then,  with  an  advance  party,  pushed  on  to 
explore  the  route,  and  see  if  it  was  practicable  to  break  a  path 
for  the  animals.  The  distance  was  three  leagues.  Carson  said 
if  they  could  make  that,  the  green  valley  of  the  Sacramento, 
with  its  splendid  game  and  abounding  forage,  would  open  before 
the  weary  wanderers.  It  was  a  labor  of  fifteen  days  to  beat  and 
pack  the  snow  with  mallets  for  the  passage  of  the  mules.  But 
in  this  time,  most  of  the  aninlals  had  died.  In  the  extremity 
of  the  situation,  the  famished  beasts  ate  each  other's  tails  and 
tore  the  leather  from  the  pack  saddles  to  devour  it.  At  last, 
Sutter's  Fort  was  reached,  with  its  hospitable  welcome  and  its 
abundant  table.  Carson  cautioned  the  men  to  eat  sparingly,  but 
they  could  not  be  restrained.  Partly  from  the  terrible  strain 
which  they  had  endured,  partly  from  too  sudden  indulgence, 
two  of  the  party  lost  their  reason  and  became  raving  maniacs. 

On  the  return  trip,  just  at  they  were  going  to  camp  one 
evening,  a  man  and  boy  ran  up.  The  strangers  hastily  related 
that  they  belonged  to  a  Mexican  trading  party.  They,  with 
four  others,  had  been  left  in  charge  of  the  horses,  and  in  the 
absence  of  the  main  party,  these  six,  two  of  whom  were  women, 
were  attacked  by  Indians.  The  two  speakers,  Fuentes  and  the 
boy,  Pablo,  had  managed  to  get  away.  Anguish  riven,  the  one 
by  the  unknown  fate  of  his  wife,  the  other  by  that  of  his  father 
and  mother,  they  implored  the  help  of  the  explorers.  Only  two 
men  volunteered  their  assistance,  Kit  Carson  and  his  fellow 
mountaineer,  Godey.  The  lips  of  sorrow  never  appealed  in  vain 
to  the  brave  but  unselfish  Carson. 


572 


INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES, 


There  were  thirty  Indians  in  the  attacking  party.  Carson 
and  Godey,  accompanied  by  Fuentes,  determined  to  attempt  a 
lescue  of  the  unfortunate  captives.  Quickly  striking  the  trail 
of  the  marauders,  they  commenced  their  pursuit.  At  the  end 
of  twenty  miles  the  horse  Fuentes  rode  broke  down.  To  pro- 
cure another  was  impossible.  Leaving  the  unfortunate  man 
behind,  Carson  and  his  companion  dashed  on  their  errand  of 
kindness.  It  was  two  men  against  thirty.  But  fear  was  a 
stranger  to  the  bold  hearts.  All  day  they  rode.  Night  came 
on.  Still  they  rested  not.  Much  of  the  time  they  led  their 
horses,  and  followed  the  trail  in  the  darkness  by  feeling.  The 
tracks  grew  fresher.  A  few  hours  only  separated  them  from 
the  chase.  To  be  fresh  for  the  fray  they  dismounted,  and 
wrapped  in  their  blankets,  wet  with  heavy  dew,  they  tried  to 
sleep.  But  the  cold,  wet  atmosphere  rendered  sleep  impossible. 
No  fire  could  be  lighted.  At  early  dawn  they  perceived  a  neigh- 
boring ravine.  There  they  thought  safe  to  build  a  small  fire 
and  warm  themselves.    The  horses  were  again  mounted. 

The  sun  was  still  on  his  upward  journey  when  they  discov- 
ered their  enemies,  thirty  in  all,  engaged  in  their  usual  feast  of 
horse-flesh.  The  stolen  aninn^s,  which  were  yet  alive,  were 
picketed  at  a  short  distance.  The  two  mountaineers  determined 
to  crawl  in  among  the  horses,  and  then  be  guided  by  events. 
The  strange  figures  of  the  crawling  men  frightened  a  colt,  and 
stirred  up  a  commotion  in  the  herd.  The  Indians,  ever  quick 
to  read  the  signal  of  danger  in  the  conduct  of  their  animals, 
sprang  for  their  weapons.  As  the  savages  came  in  range  the 
trappers  fired.  Two  braves  bit  the  dust.  The  remainder,  aston- 
ished at  the  conduct  of  Carson  and  Godey,  suddenly  seemed  to 
believe  that  the  two  were  a  decoy,  supported  by  a  large  party, 
which  sought  by  stratagem  to  lure  them  into  giving  battle. 

As  Kit  had  foreseen,  the  Indians  at  once  fled,  leaving  their 
camp  to  the  victors.  Here  the  terrible  scene  presented  itself 
of  the  mangled  bodies  of  the  two  men,  pierced  wi'th  a  hundred 
arrows.    The  women  were  found  a  little  further  ofi".  Their 


THE  BIS  TORY  UP'  KIT  CARS' >X. 


naked  bodies  each  had  a  sharpened  stake  driven  througdi  it  into 
the  ground.  With  sad  hearts  at  the  comparative  failurf  of  their 
errand,  the  trappers  interred  the  bodies,  collected  the  horses, 
and  took  themselves  back  to  their  more  selfish  cuiiipanions. 
The  property  was  restored  to  the  strangers  ;  the  sad  story  of 
the  vietiin-  tohl  to  the  wifeless,  husband  and  the  lonely  boy. 
Bowed  down  with  grief,  yet  o\"ertluwing  with  gratitude,  they 
offered  all  their  horses  as  a  gift  to  Carson  and  Godey.  Hastily 
wiping  awa}'  a  tear  with  his  shaggy  slee^'e.  Kit  refused  to  accept 
any  thing,  and  instead,  thrust  a  small  sum  of  mone}'  into  the 
boy's  hand.  Camp  was  broken.  The  men  mounted,  and  with  a 
farewell  to  the  strangers,  the  p;n"ty  rode  away,  leaving  them 
alone  m  the  Ibre-t  in  the  shadow  of  their  mighty  grief. 

In  the  spring  of  lS4o  Kit.  being  (»ui  of  employment,  resolved 
ro  be  a  farmer.  He  determined  to  settle  down,  fell  trees,  ^rrub 
-tumps,  plow  the  glebe,  sow  seed,  and  gather  crops  ;  to  become 
acqtiainteil  Avith  corn  huskini:\  |)Otato  hoeing,  ami  butter  making  j 
to  learn  the  m^'stery  of  weaning  calves,  killing  hogs,  and  string- 
ing dried  pumpkin.  It  was  a  strange  calling,  that  of  the  patient 
farmer,  for  the  im}>etuous  Kit  to  select.  But  as  men  approach 
middle  life  they  become  more  and  more  conservative.  Carson 
and  a  mountaineer  named  Owens  purchased  an  eligible  tract  of 
land  on  which  to  nuike  a  farm.  Kit  furnished  the  money,  and 
laid  in  a  stock  of  wooden  plows.  Mexican  axes,  farm  carts,  and 
other  utensils.  AVith  a  company  of  hired  hands  he  built  tem- 
porary httts.  and  iliopped  away  at  the  trees  in  fine  style.  True, 
liie\'  were  a  little  ii'reen  at  the  business.  The  fences  were  rather 
chimsy.  the  fields  rather  stumpy.  The  fi^rm-house.  which  Kit 
in-isted  on  haA'ing  built,  was  A'ery  large  and  b;irn}'.  while  the 
barn  was  small  and  badly  locate<l.  Still  things  moA'ed  on  fairly, 
and  Kit  might  -onie  (hi}'  have  made  a  farmer.  He  tried  to  per- 
suade himself  he  was  contented.  But  when  Fremont  sent  him 
^vord  of  a  third  expedition  Carson  just  took  twenty-four  hours 
to  sell  out  the  whole  place  for  a  third  of  what  it  had  cost,  get 
out  his  rifle,  saddle  his  horse,  and  start  to  join  Fremont. 


574: 


INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


The  third  expedition  thus  joined  by  Carson  had  many  ad- 
ventures. One  night,  through  carelessness  in  keeping  watch, 
some  treacherous  Khimath  Indians  stole  in  the  camp  and  cleft 
the  skulls  of  three  of  the  sleepers  before  they  were  discovered. 
In  retaliation  Carson,  at  the  head  of  a  war  party,  burned  their 
village  and  killed  twenty  braves.  The  war  with  Mexico,  which 
was  declared  at  that  time,  served  to  complicate  the  fortunes  of 
the  explorers.  Carson  was  detailed  to  take  dispatches  to  Wash- 
ington City.  On  his  way  overland  he  met  General  Kearney, 
who  was  under  orders  to  proceed  with  his  command  to  the  scene 
of  hostilities  in  California.  Kearney  at  once  determined  to  for- 
ward the  dispatches  by  another  messenger,  and  have  Carson 
return  with  him  as  a  guide. 

Kit  gave  up  his  important  trip  to  the  capital  with  great 
secret  reluctance,  but  it  was  smothered  in  his  OAvn  breast.  He 
saw  how  much  he  was  needed.  To  serve  others  was  always  his 
first  impulse ;  to  consider  himself,  his  last.  Without  a  murmur 
he  turned  back  to  the  wilderness.  It  was  not  long  before  Kear- 
ney's command  came  in  conflict  with  the  Mexican  forces.  His 
men,  being  nearly  all  on  foot,  suffered  severely.  In  the  first 
regular  battle  Carson  and  a  squad  of  twenty-five  of  the  mounted 
men  headed  a  charge  on  the  enemy.  Just  before  reaching  the 
foe  Kit's  horse  stumbled  and  fell,  throwing  its  rider  under  the 
feet  of  the  advancing  column,  which  dashed  on  right  over  him. 
This  accident,  though  fraught  with  great  danger,  in  all  prob- 
ability saved  his  life.  Every  man  in  the  front  squad  of  twenty 
five  was  killed  except  Kit. 

The  Mexicans  continued  to  harass  Kearney,  at  last  manag 
ing  to  surround  him  on  a  small  hill,  on  which  Kearney  and  his 
command  were  virtually  besieged.  At  the  close  of  the  day's 
engagement,  which  found  them  in  this  perilous  situation,  a  coun- 
cil of  war  was  held.  Three  messengers  had  been  previously  dis- 
patched to  San  Diego  with  a  call  for  re-enforcements.  Each  of 
them  had  been  made  captive  by  the  Mexicans  before  reaching 
their  destination.    To  attempt  to  break  through  the  besieging 


THE  HISTORY  OF  Kir  CARsOy.  '  5T5 

line!<  meant,  in  view  of  their  own  shattered  condition  and  the 
superior  numbers  of  the  enemy,  certain  destruction  of  the  com- 
mand. To  remain  where  they  were  for  more  than  a  short  time 
was  impossible.  The  situation  was  gdoomy  in  the  extreme. 
After  all  had  expressed  their  opinions  and  no  plan  had  been 
suggested.  Carson  rose  and  s;iid  :  "  General.  I  will  A'olunteer  to 
undertake  to  creep  through  the  Mexican  lines,  push  on  to  San 
Diego,  and  bring  you  succor."' 

The  effect  of  the  simple  words  was  electric.  Lieutenant 
Beale,  a  brave  young  naval  officer,  offered  to  join  Carson. 
Kearney  gratefully  accepted  the  generous  olfer.  Making  fiire- 
wells,  wdiich  not  improbably  might  be  their  last,  Carson  and 
Beale  slipped  out  under  cOA'er  of  the  darkness,  determined  to 
render  up  their  lives  rather  than  abandon  the  attempt.  Crawd- 
ing  stealthily  on  hands  and  knees,  over  rocks  and  through 
thorny  tmderbrush,  stopping  every  few  moments  to  listen,  the 
brave  men  slowly  made  their  way  into  the  hostile  camp.  In 
spite  of  great  care,  their  heavy  shoes  wottld  sometimes  strike 
a  rock,  and  it  was  found  necessary  to  remove  them  and  thrust 
them  into  their  belts. 

The  Mexican  pickets  were  found  to  be  arranged  in  three 
rows,  the  sentinels  in  the  second  row  being  opposite  the  spaces 
in  the  first,  and  the  third  opposite  the  spaces  in  the  second. 
Carson  at  once  decided  to  take  a  diagonal  course  through  the 
lines.  Even  this  path  took  them  within  a  short  distance  of  the 
watchftil  sentinels.  The  gleam  of  the  bayonet  in  the  starlight 
shot  through  the  overhanudno:  branches  ;  vet.  with  Carson's  mar- 
velous  skill,  the  fruit  of  a  lifetime  of  Indian  w^arfare.  they  reached 
the  third  line  of  pickets.  In  five  minutes  they  would  have  been 
safe.  Though  neither  spoke,  each  felt  the  increased  confidence 
of  the  other.  But.  hush !  Kit,  who  was  in  the  lead,  with  his 
quick  ear  caught  the  sound  of  crunching  twigs,  and  a  heavy  foot- 
fall approaching.  Pushing  Beale  wdth  his  foot,  as  a  signal  to  fol- 
low his  example,  Carson  threw  himself  perfectly  flat  on  the 
gionnd.  and  awaited  developments.    The  sounds  grew  louder. 


INDIAX  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


Presently,  the  dim  figure  of  a  sentinel  on  horseback  revealed 
itself  to  the  piercing  eye  of  the  pioneer. 

On  came  the  Mexican.  The  two  Americans  lay  right  in  his 
path.  Beale  said  afterwards  :  "  I  looked  on  myself  as  a  corpse." 
When  within  six  feet  of  Carson,  the  Mexican  dismounted 
leisurely,  drew  out  a  cigaretto  and  a  bit  of  paper,  which,  by  the 
help  of  flint  and  steel,  he  proceeded  to  ignite.  The  blaze  of  the 
paper  distinctly  revealed  the  two  prostrate  forms.  In  relating 
the  story,  Carson,  who  never  exaggerated,  said  :  "  I  heard  every 
heart-beat  of  Beale,  as  we  lay  there,  and  they  sounded  to  me 
like  the  strokes  of  a  maul."  But  the  Mexican,  when  the  paper 
blazed,  was  intent  on  lighting  his  cigaretto.  He  did  not  raise 
his  eyes.  The  yellow  flame  lit  up  his  sinister  countenance.  He 
leisurely  drew  three  or  four  puff's,  then,  with  a  quick  motion, 
flung  the  little  torch  on  the  ground,  where  it  flickered  for  a 
moment  and  went  out.  With  a  grunt  of  satisfaction,  he  re-ad- 
justed his  accouterments,  mounted  his  horse,  which,  with  finer 
instinct  than  his  master,  was  already  snorting  slightly  at  the 
figures  in  the  grass,  and  shortly  disappeared  among  the  trees. 

Not  till  the  Mexican  was  well  out  of  the  w^ay,  did  Carson 
stir.  Then  he  commenced  his  onward  progress.  Feeling  that 
danger  was  now  behind  and  not  before  them,  they  hurried  for- 
ward. The  Mexican  camp  was  left  far  to  the  rear,  and  the  dis- 
figured heroes  rose  and  warmly  clasped  each  other's  hands  in  the 
moment  of  thankfulness  for  their  escape.  To  put  on  their  shoes 
was  their  first  thought.  But,  misery  of  miseries,  these  had  not 
been  thought  of  in  the  perilous  journey  of  two  miles  on  hands 
and  knees,  and  both  pairs  were  missing.  To  push  on  barefooted 
was  the  only  alternative.  Carson  had  no  guide  but  the  stars, 
no  map  but  his  knowledge  of  the  country.  Yet,  to  avoid  all 
beaten  trails,  along  which  the  enemy  swarmed,  and  to  select  a 
circuitous  route  to  San  Diego,  over  rocks  and  through  thickets, 
was  easy  work.  The  loss  of  their  shoes  was  a  terrible  misfortune. 
The  country  was  covered  with  a  thick  growth  of  the  prickly 
[>ear,  which,  at  every  step,  lacerated   their  bleeding  feet  with 


mE  HISTORY  OF  KIT  CARSON.  617 


poison-tipped  needles.  All  night  and  all  the  next  day,  without 
food  or  rest,  sustained  only  by  mental  excitement  and  the  thought 
of  the  little  body  of  suffertog  troops  which  was  folded  in  the 
fatal  coils  of  the  Mexican  serpent,  they  proceeded.  Another 
night  closed  in  around  them ;  yet  they  seemed  insensible  to 
fitigue  and  pain.  Toward  midnight,  the  outlines  of  San  Diego 
were  marked  upon  the  horizon.  Hurrying  on,  the  poor  fellows 
made  their  way  at  once  to  the  bed-room  of  Commodore  Stockton, 
and  told  him  the  situation  of  their  comrades.  Their  condition 
was  pitiable — clothing  in  rags,  feet  bleeding  terribly  and  swollen 
to  twice  their  natural  size,  mind  and  body  exhausted  to  the  last 
extremity.  Their  noble  mission  accomplished,  poor  Beale  fainted 
away,  only  to  wake  a  gibbering  maniac.  It  was  two  years 
before  reason  fully  re-asserted  her  sway.  Carson,  however, 
would  neither  eat  nor  sleep  until  the  relief  column  was  on  its 
way.  Then  he,  too,  hardened,  though  he  was,  by  exposure  and 
frontier  life,  broke  down,  and  for  a  month  was  prostrated  by  his 
fearful  exertion.    Kearney  and  his  command  were  saved. 

Carson  subsequently  made  two  trips  to  Washington  City, 
bearing  dispatches  to  the  government.  At  this  time,  he  was 
appointed  Indian  agent  for  New  Mexico,  as  a  reward  for  his 
services  in  the  war.  Not  being  identified  with  any  political 
party,  he  lacked  the  backing,  which,  far  more  than  merit  or 
service  to  his  country,  was  required  to  obtain  an  office.  The 
United  States  Senate  refused  to  confirm  the  appointment  of  the 
honest  and  heroic  pioneer. 

For  the  second  time  in  his  life  Kit  resolved  to  settle  down 
as  a  farmer.  This  time  he  bought  a  place  at  Rayado.  The 
location  was  beautiful;  the  valley  rich  in  soil  and  teeming  with 
noble  game.  Kit's  second  wife,  whom  he  had  married  some 
years  before,  was  a  highly  connected  Mexican  lady.  He  was 
attached  to  his  children  beyond  any  thing  else  on  earth.  He 
built  himself  a  comfortable  mansion  ;  his  farm  was  managed  by 
experienced  hands.  In  spite  of  all  the  terrible  experiences,  which 
lay  like  packs  of  wolves  in  the  thicket  of  his  memory,  Carson  was 


578  INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES, 

a  happy  man.  The  claims  upon  his  skill  as  an  Indian  fighter 
and  his  kindness  to  every  suffering  heart  continued  to  reach 
him  in  his  happy  valley.  Thence  he  was  frequently  called  to 
guide  United  States  troops,  or  attempt  a  rescue  of  some  unfor- 
tunate captive.  Perhaps  he  felt  a  more  tender  regret  at  leaving 
home  than  formerly ;  perhaps  the  effect  which  his  death  might 
have  on  the  happiness  of  his  little  family  circle  sometimes  oc- 
curred to  him,  but  he  was  as  quick  to  respond  as  ever. 

The  Apaches  at  this  time  almost  rendered  life  a  burden  in 
Northern  Mexico.  They  are  small  in  stature,  but  a  marvel  of 
symmetry  in  proportion,  perfect  in  health,  unequaled  in  athletic 
skill  and  performance.  The  Apache's  limbs  are  straight,  his 
muscles  hard  as  iron,  and  his  frame  as  elastic  as  rubber. 
Treachery  glistens  in  his  coal-black  eye,  and  the  instinct  of  the 
murderer  is  hidden  in  his  heart.  On  one  occasion  word  was 
brought  of  the  killing  of  a  Mr.  White,  and  the  capture  of  his 
wife  and  child.  A  detachment  of  troops  undertook  the  rescue. 
Carson  was  riding  some  distance  in  advance  when  he  sighted 
the  redskins  and  their  weeping  captive  on  the  opposite  bank  of 
a  stream.  Carson  yelled  for  the  men  to  advance  at  double 
quick,  for  he  saw  no  time  was  to  be  lost.  But  for  some  reason 
the  officer  in  command  was  jealous  of  Kit,  and  coolly  halted 
his  men.  During  that  short  halt  Carson  saw  the  tomahawk 
sink  into  the  skull  of  Mrs.  White  and  her  little  girl. 

Carson's  adventurous  disposition,  instead  of  courting  physi- 
cal danger,  began  to  manifest  itself  in  bold  speculations,  in 
which  he  had  great  success.  Nor  was  it  remarkable.  The 
same  disposition  of  genius,  placed  in  different  surroundings,  will 
manifest  itself  in  a  way  externally  different,  but  really  the 
same.  It  is  said  that  Jay  Gould,  with  his  vast  organizing 
power,  would  equal  Napoleon  if  placed  in  Napoleon's  situation. 

Kit's  fame  was  a  great  burden  to  him.  When  in  San  Fran- 
cisco, he  was  lionized,  passed  free  to  theaters,  on  railroads,  imdted 
to  countless  entertainments.  This  was  embarrassing  to  the  quiet 
mountaineer.    Once  at  Fort  Laramie  a  fellow,  who  was  but  a 


THE  BISTOHY  of  kit  CARSON. 


579 


specimen  from  a  large  class,  came  in,  eagerly  seeking  to  have 
the  great  Kit  Carson  pointed  out  to  him.  The  bystanders 
directed  him  to  Kit.  For  a  moment  the  stranger  looked  at 
the  small,  mild-eyed,  soft-mannered  man  before  him  in  dumb 
astonishment.  He  had  looked  for  a  large,  fierce  desperado  to 
correspond  with  the  great  feats  of  Kit  he  had  heard  of.  In  a 
moment  astonishment  gave  way  to  a  knowing  look,  as  he  said, 
"  See  here,  feller,  what 's  this  yer  givin  me  ?  Yer  not  Kit  Car- 
son. Mind,  I'm  no  greenhorn.  Howsumever,  I'll  let  yer  off 
this  wunst,  ef  yer  '11  pint  out  the  genooine  Kit." 

Carson,  with  a  face  as  grave  as  a  parson,  and  an  air  of  mock 
timidity,  pointed  to  an  enormous  trader,  with  a  tremendous 
mustache,  dressed  in  a  hunting  shirt,  buckskin  leggins,  and  an 
enormous  slouch  hat.  This  personage  satisfied  the  stranger's 
notion.  Offering  a  chaw  of  terbac  "  to  Kit,  who  quietly  de- 
clined it,  he  watched  the  big  trader  for  an  hour  with  the  great- 
est interest,  and  then  took  himself  off,  well  satisfied  that  he 
had  seen  the  ^'genooine  Kit."  He,  like  the  majority  of  people, 
looked  to  a  large  man  for  great  deeds,  one  of  the  greatest  delu- 
sions in  the  world,  and  one  which  is  utterly  refuted  by  history. 

The  popular  reverence  for  large  men  and  expansive  stom- 
achs, is  shown  by  the  United  States  Senate,  of  which  it  is  said 
only  a  half  dozen  men  fall  below  six  feet,  one  inch,  in  height, 
and  two  hundred  and  twenty  pounds  in  weight.  The  Chinese, 
we  once  heard  a  lecturer  say,  believe  that  the  brains  are  in  the 
abdomen,  and  estimate  a  man's  ability  by  his  waist  band.  When 
they  wish  to  call  a  man  an  idiot  they  say,  Your  stomach  is 
no  larger  than  my  little  finger,"  while  their  rarest  compliment 
is,  Your  stomach  is  three  miles  around  !"  It  is  possible  the 
lecturer  was  only  satirizing  the  popular  worship  of  stomachs, 
which  prevails  in  American  politics. 

One  evening,  as  Kit  returned  to  his  comfortable  farm  at 
Rayado,  leading  his  noble  horse,  which  was  laden  with  a  black- 
tailed  deer  and  some  wild  turkeys,  a  man  informed  him  of  a 
plot  for  robbery  and  murder,  to  prevent  which  Carson's  assist- 


580 


INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROIfAJSlCES. 


aiice  was  wanted.  A  ruffian  named  Fox  had  been  engaged  at 
Taos  in  raising  a  band  of  desperadoes,  who  were  ostensibly  to 
serve  as  an  escort  through  the  Indian  country  of  two  Enghsh- 
nieu,  Brevoort  and  Weatherhead,  who  were  supposed  to  carry 
a  hirge  amount  of  money  for  investment  in  stock.  The  real 
object  of  the  villains  was  to  murder  the  strangers  and  capture 
the  money.  By  some  means  a  hint  of  the  plot  was  dropped 
and  brought  to  Carson,  who  followed  up  the  clue,  satisfied  him- 
self of  its  truth,  and  became  convinced  that  the  crime  was  to 
be  consummated  in  a  lonely  canon  near  Ciniaron  River.  One 
hour's  preparation  sufficed  to  place  him  at  the  head  of  thirty 
finely  mounted  dragoons.  Selecting  a  short  route,  known  ordy 
to  himself,  Carson  required  of  his  men  the  highest  possible  speed. 
It  was  the  only  hope,  and  was  successful.  The  chase  w^as  over- 
taken. Fox  was  arrested  before  he  could  strike  a  blow.  The 
astonished  Englishmen  were  informed  of  their  danc^er.  The 
gang  of  desperadoes  w^ere  ordered  to  leave  camp.  Messrs.  Bre- 
voort and  Weatherhead  afterward  presented  Kit  with  a  superb 
pair  of  silver-mounted  revolvers  as  a  token  of  their  gratitude. 

The  following  summer  Kit  went  to  St.  Louis  on  a  trading 
trip.  On  his  return  he  brought  wdth  him  a  large  stock  of  goods. 
One  day,  as  the  train  wended  its  way  over  the  green  prairies, 
a  village  of  Cheyennes  was  discovered  by  the  party.  One  of 
their  braves  had  been  flogged  for  some  misdemeanor  by  a  party 
of  whites  a  few  days  before,  and  the  tribe  was  ablaze  with 
wrath.  Carson  knew  nothing  of  the  grievance,  but  quickly 
perceived  that  an  attack  was  contemplated.  Orders  were  given 
for  each  man  to  be  on  the  alert,  and  the  village  was  left  twenty 
miles  to  the  rear,  wdien  small  parties  of  warriors  of  twos  and 
threes  began  to  come  in  sight.  These  had  on  their  war-paint 
and  feathers.  As  they  approached  Carson  spoke  to  them  in  a 
friendly  way,  and  to  show  he  was  not  afraid,  went  into  camp, 
and  invited  the  Indians  to  come  in  and  have  a  smoke. 

No  sooner  had  the  pipe  gone  round  than  the  Indians  began 
to  talk  vigorously  among  themselves.    It  must  not  be  forgotten 


THE  HISTORY  OF  KIT  CARSOX 


581 


that  several  years  before,  v,^\i\le  hunter  at  Bent's  fort,  Carson 
had  been  a  great  friend  of  the  Cheyennes.  His  appearance  had 
greatly  changed,  and  he  was  not  recognized.  EA'ery  word  of 
the  visitors  Avas  understood  b}^  him.  Supposing  they  were  not 
understood,  they  were  coolly  perfecting  a  plot  to  massacre  the 
whites.  Suddenly  Kit  stepped  forward,  told  them  his  name, 
how  he  had  once  been  a  friend,  and  had  to  his  knowledge  ncA'cr 
wronged  their  tribe.  Xow  they  rewarded  him  with  a  plan  to 
kill  him.  He  closed  by  ordering  them  to  leave  the  camp  or 
they  would  be  shot.  Xonplused  at  the  turn  affliirs  had  taken, 
with  a  threat  of  return,  they  hastily  left. 

■The  train  moved  on.  Each  man  walked  beside  his  mule,  a 
whip  in  one  hand  and  a  rifle  in  the  other.  Carson  plainly  told 
the  men  they  were  in  great  peril,  but  inspired  them  with  his 
own  courage.  He  scanned  the  horizon  incessantly,  but  saw  noth- 
ing more  dangerous  than  a  hungry  wolf  or  a  wandering  antelope. 
Evening  came.  The  wagons  Avere  arranged  in  a  circle,  inside  of 
which  the  mules  were  tethered.  Grass  was  cut  and  fed  to  them. 
The  men  gathered  some  driftwood,  and  built  their  camp  fire  also 
in  the  guarded  ring.  Carson  felt  that  the  responsibility  of  saA'- 
ing  his  men  rested  Avith  him.  In  the  party  Avas  one  of  those 
Mexican  runners,  a  young  man  aaAio,  Avith  a  message  in  his 
head,  can  run  Avith  little  fatigue  seventy  miles  in  a  day. 
Calling  the  boy  outside  the  Avagons,  Avhen  the  supper  Avas  over, 
Carson  pointed  out  the  direction  of  Eayado,  and  told  him  he 
must  leave  many  miles  behind  him  by  sunrise.  The  lad  bent 
his  dark  intelligent  face  upon  his  master,  and  resolved  to  make 
everv  exertion  to  fulfill  his  command.  Obtainino:  a  foAv  rations 
of  provisions,  Avhich  he  bound  about  his  Avaist,  he  received  from 
Kit  full  instructions  as  to  the  dangerous  places  in  the  journey. 
He  AA'as  to  proceed  Avith  the  utmost  speed  to  Rayado,  and  start 
out  a  relief  party.  Making  his  boAV.  he  started  swiftly  on  his 
errand.  Kit  watched  the  agile  figure,  as  it  sped  over  the 
prairie  in  the  dim  moonlight,  until  it  AA'as  but  a  speck  on  the 
horizon. 


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INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


The  camp  was  not  disturbed  that  night.  The  following 
morning  five  Indians  appeared.  Carson  called  to  them,  told  them 
he  had  the  night  before  dispatched  a  fleet  messenger  to  Rayado, 
and  that  if  his  party  was  massacred,  his  friends,  the  soldiers, 
would  surely  inflict  swift  and  terrible  vengeance  on  the  Chey- 
ennes.  The  Indians  said  they  would  look  for  his  moccasin 
tracks  and  see  if  the  story  was  true.  Carson  saw  that  this  was 
a  turning  point  in  his  favor.  An  hour  later  the  whole  village  of 
Cheyennes  passed  in  sight,  evidently  making  for  safety  as  fast 
as  possible.  They  had  found  the  moccasin  tracks,  and  saw  the 
chase  had  been  gone  too  long  to  be  overtaken.  The  train  pro- 
ceeded without  interruption,  until  they  met  a  body  of  troops, 
who  had  started  at  once  on  the  arrival  of  the  Mexican  runner. 
Under  this  strong  escort  the  remainder  of  the  trip  was  happily 
completed. 

In  1853,  Kit  was  again  appointed  and  this  time  confirmed  as 
Indian  agent,  a  position  he  graced  and  honored  as  no  other 
living  American  would  have  done.  His  great  knowledge  of 
Indian  character  was  a  splendid  equipment.  Sometimes  around 
their  council  fires  he  distributed  the  bounty  of  the  government, 
and  instructed  them  in  the  primary  lessons  of  civilization. 
Sometimes  it  was  at  his  own  home  that  he  received  them  as 
friends,  and  earnestly  advised  them  to  let  whisky  alone.  Again 
at  the  head  of  a  column  of  United  States  troops  he  filled  the 
faithless  hearts  of  the  Apaches  with  a  fear  of  justice  if  not  a 
love  of  kindness.  In  one  hand  he  offered  the  olive  branch;  in 
the  other,  he  held  his  loaded  rifle. 

Kit  at  last  permanently  quieted  the  Utahs  and  Apaches. 
Thenceforward  he  devoted  himself  to  the  works  of  peace  among 
his  Indian  proteges.  The  fierce  passion  for  war  was  supplanted 
in  their  breasts  by  a  love  of  comfort  and  domestic  life;  the 
tomahawk  and  the  scalping  knife  grew  rusty  and  forgotten,  while 
the  sinewy  hand  which  had  wielded  them  learned  to  grasp  the 
plow  and  the  sickle.  Kit,  too,  felt  that  in  the  remainder  of  his 
life  war  and  tid\enture  would  have  no  place,    He  w^^  misteken. 


THE  HISTORY  OF  KIT  CAR>OX. 


5S3 


The  flames  of  the  civil  war  were  already  filling  the  hea^-ens 
with  the  red  light  of  doom.  Carson  was  destined  to  serve  his 
country  as  a  soldier.  A  lo^'er  of  the  Union,  he  was  made  Colonei 
of  the  First  Xew  Mexico  Volunteers.  The  Indians,  always 
ready  to  seize  a  pretext  for  making  war  on  the  government, 
cast  in  their  lot  with  the  Confederacy.  Far  away  on  the  plains 
and  in  the  mountains  of  Xew  Mexico,  where  the  roar  of  Gettys- 
burg was  silent,  and  the  story  of  blood}'  Chickamauga  was 
unknown,  there  took  place  terrible  struggles  between  combatants 
who  knew  not  the  ideas  for  which  they  fought.  The  red  man 
fousdit  to  be  fio^htimi^  the  whites.  The  brave  X'ew  Mexican  fouii^ht 
the  Indian  much  as  he  had  fought  him  all  his  life.  The  shock 
of  the  civil  war  hurled  these  ancient  foes  upon  the  frontier  of 
civilization  against  each  other.  But  while  the  ideas  Avere  not 
present  with  them  as  they  were  among  the  ranks  on  many  a  his- 
toric field  of  conflict,  the  battle  was  none  the  less  bloody  and 
the  sufiering  none  the  less  severe. 

The  campaigns  conducted  by  Carson  were  splendidly  man- 
aged. On  the  sixth  day  of  January.  1S6I.  he  st^irted  out  with 
a  force  of  four  hundred  men.  only  twenty  of  Avhom  were  mounted, 
upon  the  famous  expedition  which  forever  cru>hed  the  power 
of  the  Xavajoes.  By  nnrneuvering  with  a  skill  of  which  Carson 
alone  was  capable  in  an  Indian  war.  he  succeeded  in  entrapping 
the  bulk  of  the  Xa\ajoe  Xation  in  the  Canon  de  Chelly.  one  of 
the  largest  on  the  globe.  It  is  forty  miles  hmg.  with  perpen- 
dicular walls  of  rock,  fifteen  hundred  feet  high.  Carson  r^uickly 
divided  hi.-^  command,  .-ending  one  detachment  to  enter  at  the 
east  end.  while  he  planted  himself  at  the  mouth.  Far  down  in 
the  gloomy  depths,  the  narrow  bit  of  sky  looking  like  a  blue 
ribbon  above  them,  the  column  cautionsl}'  picked  its  way. 
Scattering  bands  of  Indians,  who  saAv  the  doom  of  their  com- 
panions, posted  themselves  along  the  rocks  and  crags  to  annoy 
the  troops,  but  their  efforts  Avere  ineflectual.  Sometimes  a  A'olley 
was  fired  from  beloAv,  at  the  pigmy  warriors  on  the  dizzy  height^ 
but  generallv  the^^  res^ry^d  tli§ws§lYes  for  the  larger  game 


584  INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 

which  was  in  the  trap.  On  the  second  day,  Carson  attacked 
the  whole  force  of  Indians  as  they  attempted  in  vain  to  break 
out  of  the  deadly  chasm.  They  were  terribly  punished,  and 
were  at  last  forced  to  surrender. 

By  this  splendid  strategy,  between  five  and  ten  thousand 
Indians  surrendered  to  Carson,  the  largest  capture  ever  made  in 
Indian  warfare ;  and  this  was  achieved  by  four  hundred  soldiers, 
with  scarcely  the  loss  of  a  man.  The  entire  war  presents  no  finer 
piece  of  generalship.  The  majority  of  the  captives  were  placed 
on  a  reservation  in  Arkansas,  but  were  subsequently  permitted 
to  return  to  their  old  hunting-grounds,  where  they  are  living  in 
happiness  and  peace. 

In  the  official  report  to  the  War  Department,  is  the  following : 
"  You  have,  doubtless,  seen  the  last  of  the  NaA^ajoe  war,  a 
war  that  has  continued,  with  but  few  intermissions,  for  the  last 
one  hundred  and  eighty  years,  and  which  during  that  time  has 
been  marked  by  every  shade  of  atrocity,  brutality,  and  ferocity 
which  can  be  imagined.  I  beg  to  congratulate  you  on  the  pros- 
pect that  this  formidable  band  of  robbers  and  murderers  has 
been  at  last  made  to  succumb.  To  Colonel  Kit  Carson,  in  com- 
mand of  the  expedition,  whose  courage  and  perseverance  excited 
all  to  great  energy  and  inspired  great  resolution,  the  credit  is 
mainly  due." 

For  his  gallant  services,  "  Colonel  Kit  Carson  "  was  pro- 
moted to  the  rank  of  brigadier-general. 

After  the  close  of  the  war.  Kit,  as  we  will  continue  to  call 
him,  found  himself  in  failing  health,  the  result  of  an  accident 
in  1860.  He  was  descending  a  steep  mountain,  leading  his 
horse,  when  the  animal  slipped  and  fell  on  him,  inflicting  internal 
injury.  In  spite  of  sickness,  he  labored  unceasingly  to  promote 
the  welfare  of  the  Indians.  On  the  27th  of  April,  1868,  his 
wife  died  suddenly,  leaving  seven  children.  This  threw  him 
into  the  deepest  dejection.  In  a  few  days,  he  found  himself  too 
weak  to  ride  horseback,  his  lifelong  pleasure.  Then  he  took 
short  walks  around  his  yard.    Then  it  was  noticed  that  even 


THE  HISTORY  OF  KIT  CARSON. 


585 


this  was  too  much  for  him;  he  no  longer  left  his  room.  Silent 
and  thoughtful,  the  hero  Avould  sit  in  his  arm-chair  all  day  long. 
Sometimes,  a  smile  would  break  over  his  face ;  again,  the  look 
would  be  one  of  intense  concentration.  Perhaps  he  was,  in  fancy, 
living  over  his  life  as  a  trapper,  as  hunter  to  Bent's  Fort,  or  as 
guide  for  Fremont  and  rescuer  of  Kearney's  command. 

One  morning,  Kit  Carson  was  too  weak  to  leave  his  bed. 
The  next,  the  23d  of  May,  18G8,  he  refused  all  nourishment. 
Towards  evening,  a  film  coated  the  kindly  eye,  and  the  hand 
responded  more  and  more  feebly  to  the  will.  It  was  evening. 
The  great  sun  had  thrown  its  latest  radiance  upon  the  lowly 
couch,  and  was  sinking  behind  the  lonely  Rockies,  over  which 
he  had  so  often  wandered.  Suddenly  he  called  out  in  a  clear 
voice,  "Doctor,  Compadre,  adios  !"  ^It  was  the  end. 

One  of  Nature's  noblemen  had  passed  away. 


586 


HEROES  OF  THE  LONE  STAR  STATE. 


CHAPTER  XVII. 

HEROES  OF  THE  LONE  STAR  STATE. 
NELSON  LEE,  THE  TEXAN  KANGER. 


URING  the  revolutionary  struggles  of  the  Lone 
Star  republic,  Texas  was  a  great  magnet,  to- 
ward  which  were  irresistibly  attracted,  from 
every  portion  of  the  Union,  men  of  physical 
courage  and  restless  appetite  for  adventurCc 
This  race  of  men,  collected  from  all  parts  of 
the  country,  had  much  in  common.  By  a  prin- 
ciple of  natural  selection,  they  were  all  kindred 


spirits.  War,  adventure,  scouting,  Indian  fighting  were  their 
pleasures.  What  to  other  men  was  tragedy,  was  to  them  com- 
edy. When  taken  prisoners  by  the  Mexicans,  they  drew  the 
black  beans,  which  doomed  them  to  military  execution  within 
ten  minutes,  with  the  same  light,  airy  demeanor  with  which 
they  would  have  thrown  dice  for  drinks  or  flirted  with  a  Mex- 
ican maid.  Strange,  wild  fellows  they  were,  often  of  gigantic 
stature,  shaggy  as  lions,  and  not  less  brave.  Such  were  the 
men  who,  in  the  wars  between  Texas  and  Mexico,  and  later, 
between  the  United  States  and  Mexico,  formed  those  historic 
bands  of  scouts  known  as  "Texan  Rangers." 

Among  the  restless  fellows  who  were  drawn  to  Texas  by  the 
very  troubles  which  drove  other  people  from  the  State  was 
Nelson  Lee,  a  young  man  born  and  raised  near  Watertown, 
New  York.  He  had  volunteered  for  the  Black  Hawk  war, 
but  his  opmpany  w^is  sgourged  b^y  small-pox  whU§  QR  tb§ir 


INDIAX  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


way  to  the  front,  and  before  the  men  recovered,  poor  old  Black 
Hawk  had  been  captured  and  deposed  from  his  chieftaincy. 
Disappointed  in  this,  young  Lee  took  up  a  seafaring  life.  Tiring 
of  this.  he.  in  1839,  resolved  to  abandon  the  sea.  and  cast  his 
fortunes  among  the  fierce  Texans.  The  state  at  that  time,  as 
will  be  remembered,  was  an  independent  republic,  but  a  bloody 
border  warfare  raged  incessantly  with  Mexico.  Perhaps  less 
with  the  notion  of  reconquering  Texas  than  with  annoying 
her  people  and  gathering  plunder,  Mexican  bandits  were  contin- 
ually crossing  the  border  and  falling  upon  some  remote  and 
unsuspecting  settlement  like  destroying  devils,  and  then  retreat- 
ing as  rapidly  as  they  advanced.  Of  course,  the  Texans  retal- 
iated in  the  bloodiest  manner. 

For  the  purpose  of  protecting  the  settlers  from  these  raids, 
as  well  as  punishing  the  Mexicans,  there  came  into  existence 
bands  of  scouts,  or  bushwhackers,  employed  by  the  Texas  gov- 
ernment at  a  dollar  a  day,  and  known  as  the  *•  Texan  Ran^uers." 
Lee,  finding  no  other  employment  so  congenial  or  so  profitable, 
soon  enlisted  in  one  of  these  companies,  under  Captain  Cameron. 
The  Ranger  was  usually  dressed  in  buckskin,  with  a  cap  made 
from  the  fur  of  a  wild-cat.  Three  or  four  revolvers  and  as 
many  bowie  knives  were  thrust  through  his  belt,  and  a  short 
rifle  was  thrown  across  his  arm.  The  most  important  part  of 
his  equipment  was  a  horse  of  great  speed  and  endurance,  on 
which  a  journey  of  eighty  miles  could  be  readily  made  between 
sunrise  and  sunset. 

Lee's  first  taste  of  Ranger  warfare  was  a  fight  with  a  band  of 
Comanche  Lidians,  who  worried  the  settlements  quite  as  much 
as  the  Mexicans.  He  was  green  at  the  business,  but  won  the 
respect  of  his  companions  by  his  boldness,  even  if  he  did  little 
execution.  When,  after  a  two  hours'  fight,  the  Indians  took  to 
flight,  they  left  behind  a  deep  impression  on  the  mind  of  the 
young  Ranger.  A  month  or  two  afterward  Lee  and  fifteen  com- 
panions, under  command  of  Ben  McCullough  were  sent  out  on 
a  §cout,   Falling  in  mth  the  trail  of  §^yen  hundred  Comaucb^s^ 


588 


HEROES  OF  THE  LONE  STAR  STATE. 


the  little  party  of  spies  remained  a  respectful  distance  and  shad- 
owed their  movements.  The  Rangers  were  compelled  to  behold 
from  afar  the  sack  and  burning  of  the  village  of  Lindville. 
Meanwhile  a  call  had  been  sent  for  re-enforcements,  and  the 
scouts  J  who  never  let  the  enemy  get  out  of  their  sight,  were 
joined  by  recruits,  the  fighting  force  numbering  three  hundred 


THE  RANGERS  PURSUING  THE  COMANCHES. 


men.  The  object  of  an  attack  was  not  merely  to  punish  the 
Indians,  but  to  rescue  seven  white  women,  who  had  been  taken 
captive.  These  latter  were  rightly  conjectured  to  be  in  the  rear 
of  the  camp  with  the  old  men.  One  detachment  was  to  move 
around  to  the  rear  and  release  the  women  if  possible,  while  the 
men  fought  from  the  front. 

The  first  company  arrived  within  view  of  their  victims.  The 
Indians  observed  them  at  the  same  instant.    In  a  moment  the 


INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AXD  ROMANCES. 


589 


red  devils  could  be  seen  running  toward  the  foot  of  a  tree  where 
sat  the  seven  captive  women.  The  Rangers  heard  desjoairing 
shrieks  and  saw  the  waving  of  white  arms  in  the  air,  in  the 
frenzy  of  supplication.  Above  the  heads  of  the  crowd  could 
be  seen  tomahawks  rising  and  falling.  Horrified  at  the  sight, 
the  men  rode  at  full  speed  into  the  Indian  camp.  The  murder- 
ers had  fled,  leaving  behind  the  corpses  of  five  of  their  prison- 
ers. In  their  hurry  they  failed  to  dispatch  the  two  remain- 
ing w^omen.  These  were  rescued  by  the  Hangers  with  tender 
gallantry. 

While  this  was  taking  place  Lee,  fighting  Avith  the  other 
detachment,  received  a  bullet  in  his  left  arm,  causing  him  to 
drop  his  bridle  rein.  His  spirited  horse  sprang  forward,  directly 
in  the  midst  of  the  Indians.  Perceiving  their  comrade's  danger, 
the  Rangers  threw  themselves  upon  the  Indians,  and  in  a  hand 
to  hand  conflict  almost  exterminated  their  foes.  A  little  later 
Lee  joined  a  company  of  Rangers,  under  the  famous  Jack  Hays, 
at  San  Antonio. 

In  the  intervals  between  scouting  expeditions  against  the 
Mexicans,  the  Rangers  occupied  themselves  with  hunting  and 
watching  for  Indian  trails.  One  morning,  while  eating  breakfast 
in  their  camp,  on  a  short  point  of  land  at  the  intersection  of 
Walker's  Creek  and  the  Guadaloupe  River,  the  men  discovered 
two  Indians  on  the  top  of  a  high  hill,  near  wdiere  they  were  en- 
camped. It  was  evident  that  the  men  were  in  a  trap.  Hays 
called  them  together,  and  in  a  few  ringing  words  explained  the 
peril,  then  ordered  them  to  follow  him.  He  took  his  way 
directly  up  the  hill  toward  the  Indians,  who  were  still  watching 
the  Rangers'  movements  w^ith  eager  scrutiny.  When  half-way 
up  the  ascent,  the  savages  suddenly  disappeared.  The  same 
instant  Hays  wheeled  his  horse  sharply  to  the  right,  and,  fol- 
lowed by  his  men,  swept  around  the  side  of  the  mountain  at 
the  top  of  his  speed. 

The  Indian  camp,  containing  two  hundred  warriors,  was 
taken  completely  by  surprise.    They  fought  boldly,  but  at  a 


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HEROES  OF  THE  LONE  STAR  STATE. 


disadvantage.  At  the  first  charge  of  the  Rangers  one  of  them, 
known  as  Big  Sam  Taylor,  received  an  arrow  through  his  cheek 
and  neck.  Failing  to  withdraw  it  he  broke  it  off,  and  fought 
through  the  entire  engagement  with  the  cruel  shaft  thrust 
through  his  flesh.  Later  in  the  fight,  when  the  dead  Indians 
were  heaped  thickly  upon  the  ground.  Hays  discovered  a 
wounded  chief,  and  resolved  to  take  him  captive.  As  the 
white  man  approached,  he  perceived  a  quick  movement  on  the 
part  of  the  Indian,  and  jumped  aside.  At  the  same  instant  an 
arrow  sped  from  the  bow  of  a  fallen  red  man,  and,  missing  Hays, 
buried  itself  in  the  throbbing  heart  of  a  Hanger  named  Mott. 
Even  when  assailed  by  several  of  his  enemies,  the  stern  old 
warrior,  in  spite  of  his  broken  leg,  fought  like  a  lion,  beating 
off  his  foes  again  and  again,  until  a  pistol  ball  ended  his  strug- 
gles. When  the  battle  was  over,  the  Rangers  found  three  of 
their  men  dead  and  four  wounded.  Of  the  Indians  ninety 
corpses  lay  on  the  ground  in  the  majesty  of  death. 

On  the  way  back  to  San  Antonio  after  this  fight,  Lee  dis- 
mounted with  the  rest  one  evening  on  the  bank  of  a  small 
stream.  As  his  feet  struck  the  ground,  he  heard  a  loud  rattle 
in  the  grass,  and  instantly  felt  a  fearful  pain  in  his  right  leg. 
He  was  bitten  by  a  rattlesnake.  A  Spaniard  in  the  party 
sprang  forward,  killed  the  monster  snake,  and  quickly  cutting 
pieces  of  flesh  from  its  wriggling  body,  applied  them  to  the 
wound.  Lee  says  he  could  feel  them  draw.  The  prompt  treat- 
ment saved  his  life. 

Arriving  near  San  Antonio,  the  Rangers  were  enraged  to 
find  the  town  in  the  possession  of  a  band  of  Mexican  guerrillas. 
Entering  the  place  at  night,  the  Rangers  surrounded  a  house 
where  large  numbers  of  the  enemy  were  enjoying  themselves  in 
a  grand  fandango.  A  horrible  fight  ensued,  which  freed  the  town 
from  the  band  of  ruffians. 

On  one  occasion,  Lee  left  his  magnificent  horse,  the  Black 
Prince,  at  the  town  of  Seguin.  After  an  absence  of  some  days 
he  returned,  to  find  that  Indians  had  taken  nearly  every  horse 


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591 


in  the  village,  including  the  noble  animal  which  he  loved  better 
than  his  life.  Lee  and  a  party  of  friends,  mounted  on  mules, 
set  out  to  make  a  reprisal.  They  traveled  nearly  all  day,  with- 
out success,  when  a  black  speck  was  discovered  far  away  on  the 
prairie.  It  attracted  attention,  and  every  eye  was  strained  to 
watch  the  object.  It  grew  larger.  It  came  nearer.  In  time 
it  could  be  seen  to  move.  A  little  later,  it  assumed  the  outline 
of  an  animal.  Two  men  declared  that  it  was  a  horse.  This 
conjecture  proved  correct.  The  animal,  without  rein  or  rider, 
was  coming  toward  them  at  the  top  of  its  speed.  In  a  little 
while  the  Black  Prince,  with  mane  and  tail  flying,  eyes  ablaze, 
nostrils  distended,  his  black  coat  covered  with  flecks  of  white 
foam,  dashed  into  the  camp  and,  panting  for  breath,  stopped  by 
his  owner's  side.  He  had  broken  from  his  captors  and  traveled 
more  than  a  hundred  miles  to  rejoin  his  master. 

One  day  Lee  met  Hays  in  San  Antonio,  and  learned  that 
Christolphe  Ruble,  in  boyhood  a  vicious  vagabond,  in  manhood 
a  desperate  villain,  had  been  in  the  town  as  a  spy  for  the  Mex- 
icans. He  was  suspected  to  have  gone  to  the  mission  of  San 
Juan,  nine  miles  down  the  river.  A  band  of  twenty  Rangers 
galloped  to  the  place.  The  great  gates  swung  open,  and  Lee 
and  the  rest  entered.  Ruble  concealed  himself  behind  the  gates 
and  attempted  to  escape,  but  fell  into  a  ditch  and  was  captured. 
He  was  taken  to  San  Antonio,  the  people  of  which  demanded 
the  execution  of  the  ruffian. 

Jack  Hays,  however,  declared  that  Lee  and  his  fellow 
Rangers  should  conduct  the  prisoner  to  the  town  of  Seguin. 
which  was  entitled  to  deal  with  him  as  its  citizens  wished,  on 
account  of  Ruble's  outrages  upon  them.  The  dispute  over  this 
question  well-nigh  involved  the  fiery  Texans  in  a  fight. 

In  the  afternoon,  Ruble  and  his  fellow-villain,  called  the 
Ranchero,  were  brought  out,  placed  upon  horses,  and  marched 
from  the  town  between  files  of  shaggy  Rangers.  The  argu- 
ments of  the  San  Antonio  people,  that  they  would  be  in  great 
danger  if  the  Rangers  left  them  to  take  the  two  prisoners  to 


592 


itEROMS  OF  THE  LONE  STAR  ST  ATM. 


Seguin,  contained  great  truth.  In  this  emergency  the  fertile 
mind  of  Hays  devised  a  stratagem. 

After  leaving  San  Antonio  and  following  the  road  toward 
Seguin  till  after  nightfall,  Lee  and  a  companion  named  Escue,  in 
whose  special  charge  the  two  prisoners  were,  gradually  fell  to 
the  rear  of  the  E^angers,  and  then,  under  cover  of  darkness, 
turned  sharply  to  the  right,  abandoning  all  roads  and  trails,  and, 
with  their  two  captives,  struck  out  into  the  open  plain.  Mean- 
w^hile,  the  main  body  of  Rangers  wheeled  about  and  marched 
back  to  San  Antonio.  Lee  and  his  companion  w^rapped  them- 
selves and  their  prisoners  in  dark  buffalo  skins  to  avoid  obser- 
vation by  the  Mexican  horsemen  who  w^ere  scouring  the  coun- 
try, and  hurried  across  the  plain  through  a  blinding  rain. 

Sometime  after  midnight  a  halt  was  called.  Lee  took  Rublo 
from  his  pony,  bound  him  hand  and  foot,  and,  with  cocked 
pistol  in  hand,  sat  down  by  his  side.  The  desperado  knew 
that,  unless  he  escaped,  the  outraged  citizens  of  Seguin  would, 
on  the  next  day,  take  his  life.  Lee  says  that,  for  his  part,  he 
was  perfectly  w^ell  aware  that,  if  Rublo  should  escape  from 
him,  the  same  citizens  of  Seguin  would  take  his  own  life  for 
permitting  the  escape.    With  this  understanding,  let  us  proceed. 

Escue,  who  had  charge  of  the  Ranchero,  selected  a  spot  for 
passing  the  night  some  rods  distant  from  Lee.  His  prisoner 
covered  himself  up  with  buffalo  skins,  and  apparently  fell  into 
a  deep  sleep.  Escue  tied  the  halter  of  his  horse  to  his  ankle, 
believing  this  w^ould  keep  him  awake.  Li  spite  of  this  he  went 
to  sleep.  The  cunning  Ranchero  slipped  out  of  his  bonds,  care- 
fully arranged  his  hat  among  the  'buffalo  skins,  so  that  to  the 
casual  eye  he  w^as  seen  to  be  still  lying  there,  took  the  haltei' 
off  of  Escue's  horse  and  tied  it  to  the  limb  of  a  tree,  mounted 
and  rode  away. 

In  the  morning  Lee  discovered  a  band  of  Mexicans  approach- 
ing. The  moment  was  critical.  Escue's  own  horse  was  gone. 
The  one  left  by  the  Ranchero  was  a  broken  down  animal,  use- 
less for  escape.    The  pony  on  which  Rublo  was  mounted  was  a 


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593 


good  one.  Lee  instantly  made  up  his  mind.  He  drew  his 
revolver,  shot  his  prisoner  through  the  heart,  yelled  to  Escue 
to  mount  the  pony  from  which  the  lifeless  desperado  had 
fallen,  and  the  two  men  began  their  flight,  in  which  they  were 
successful. 

Lee  and  Escue  brought  word  to  San  Antonio  of  the  approach 
of  the  Mexicans.  The  Rangers  fought  a  hard  battle  on  the 
banks  of  Salado  Creek.  This  invasion  of  the  Mexicans,  under 
General  Woll,  raised  a  popular  clamor  for  a  counter  expedition 
against  Mexico.  \-  -  '.      ■'  -j 

In  the  fall  of  1842  the  government  of  Texas  gave  a  reluc- 
tant consent  for  the  expedition.  Twelve  or  fifteen  hundred 
men,  ''renegades,  refugees  from  justice,  adventurers  of  all  sorts, 
ready  for  any  enterprise  that  aiforded  a  reasonable  prospect  of 
excitement  and  plunder,  dare-devils,  afraid  of  nothing  under  the 
sun,"  assembled  at  San  Antonio.  General  Somerville,  who  was 
placed  in  command,  proved  to  be  incompetent.  He  delayed 
marching  for  two  months.  Great  numbers  of  the  recruits  de- 
serted. When,  finally,  the  Rio  Grande  was  reached,  various 
reasons  induced  Somerville  to  order  a  retreat  of  the  expedition. 
Three  hundred  men,  of  which  Lee  was  one,  refused  to  obey. 
Somerville  and  the  rest  returned  to  their  homes,  but  these  bold 
fellows  determined  to  push  on  into  the  enemy's  country. 

On  the  23d  of  December,  1842,  about  two  o'clock  in  the 
morning,  the  three  hundred  Rangers  entered  the  town  of  Mier, 
and  commenced  a  street  fight  in  the  darkness  with  the  Mexican 
troops.  Some  of  the  Rangers,  with  crowbars  and  picks,  were 
busily  engaged  in  breaking  openings  through  the  stone  walls  of 
the  buildings,  and  thus  making  their  way  toward  the  square, 
where  the  Mexicans  were  posted.  The  fight  lasted  many  hours. 
Li  this  battle  Big  Foot  Wallace,  whose  adventures  we  detail 
hereafter,  had  a  narrow  escape.  In  one  of  the  charges  he  fol- 
lowed a  party  of  retreating  Mexicans  too  far.  They  suddenly 
turned  upon  him,  and  in  a  flash  surrounded  him,  rendering 
escape  apparently  impossible.    He  made  a  lunge  at  an  opening 


0*^'^  nmOES  OP  TttE  LONE  STAk  SfAfPl. 

in  the  circle  of  enemies,  threw  one  man  down,  and,  receiving  a 
bayonet-thrust  through  his  left  arm,  succeeded  in  escaping. 

At  two  o'clock  in  the  afternoon  there  was  a  cessation  of 
hostilities.  The  Mexicans  sent  out  a  flag  of  truce.  For  rea- 
sons never  fully  understood  a  surrender  was  made  by  the  Tex- 
ans.    Both  Lee  and  Wallace  agree  that  this  was  a  mistake. 

At  the  moment  of  the  surrender,  Lee,  with  ten  companions, 
occupied  a  house  at  some  distance  from  the  main  body.  Notic- 
ing that  the  firing  had  ceased,  Lee  slipped  out  into  the  street 
to  a  point  where  he  commanded  a  view  of  the  Square,  and  dis- 
covered the  Texans  marching  up  and  laying  down  their  arms. 
Hurrying  back  to  his  comrades,  he  explained  the  situation  in  a 
few  short  words,  announced  his  determination  to  die  rather  than 
be  taken  to  a  Mexican  prison,  and  suiting  the  act  to  the  word, 
leaped  through  a  back  window.  He  found  himself  in  a  large 
garden,  and  discovering  a  clump  of  high  weeds,  he  crawled  into 
their  midst,  remaining  there  till  nightfall. 

As  soon  as  he  felt  safe  in  so  doing,  he  left  his  hiding-place, 
stealthily  made  his  way  out  of  the  town,  and  in  half  an  hour 
found  himself  alone  in  the  darkness  on  the  banks  of  the  rush- 
ing Rio  Grande.  Arranging  his  clothes  in  a  bundle,  and  carry- 
ing his  rifle,  he  plunged  into  the  river.  For  a  long  time  he 
swam.  It  seemed  impossible  to  reach  the  opposite  shore.  Just 
as  his  strength  was  about  to  give  way  completely,  Lee  discov- 
ered the  outline  of  the  land.  Putting  forth  all  remaining 
strength,  he  managed  to  reach  it  only  to  find  a  perpendicular 
bluff,  afl*ording  him  not  the  slightest  point  of  support.  After  a 
few  faint  and  ineffectual  struggles  to  clamber  out  of  the  water, 
he  fell  back  into  the  waves,  and  floated  hopelessly  and  help- 
lessly down  the  tide. 

At  last  he  came  within  reach  of  a  tree,  which  had  been 
blown  down  and  extended  over  the  water.  By  means  of  this 
he  clambered  on  to  the  shore,  only  to  find  himself  in  the  midst 
of  the  prickly  pear,  of  which  the  needle-like  thorns  lacerated 
his  bleeding  feet  and  limbs  at  every  step.    Exercising  all  the 


iXDIAy  TRAGEDIES  AXD  BO.VAXCES. 


595 


time  in  order  to  resist  the  cold  of  a  stiff  norther,  he  passed  a 
miserable  niaht. 

In  the  morning,  tlie  nnhappy  man  discovered  a  colnmn  of 
smoke  apparently  rising  from  a  camp  fire  about  a  mile  away. 
He  at,  once  niadt^  liis  way  to  the  spot.-  crawling  through  the 
grass,  and  di-rn\-ored  two  Mexican  herdsmen,  one  a  youth,  the 
otlier  a  ni;iu  nl'  1'. irty  years. 

Lee  had  pluck,  ami  knew  the  ^Mexicari  character  thoroughly. 
The  t^vo  herdsmen  were  eating  their  breakfast.  Xear  by  stood 
their  guns  and  ammunition.  With  an  unloaded  revolver  in  one 
hand.  ;rnd  a  bowie  krni'e  in  the  other,  the  E.anger  sprang  out  of 
the  bushes  and  shouted  for  the  Mexicans  to  surrender.  The 
terrified  herdsmen  at  once  fell  on  their  knees  with  a  prayer  for 
mere}'. 

Ha^dng  compelled  the  youth  to  bind  the  man  hand  and  foot, 
and  haAung  secured  their  guns  and  ammunition.  Lee  calmly 
proceeded  to  devour  the  breakfast  which  the  herdsmen  had  pre- 
pared tor  themseh'es.  Refreshed  b}'  the  food,  he  proceeded  to 
talk  the  situation  over  with  his  friends,  ami  told  them,  that  if 
they  Would  guide  him  to  a  certain  trail,  he  would  set  them  free. 
The  bargain  was  struck.  After  a  three  days'  journey,  during 
which  time  he  did  not  suffer  himself  to  sleep  a  moment.  Lee 
found  himself  in  a  region  where  he  no  longer  needed  a  guide, 
lie  took  one  of  the  Mexicans"  guns,  placed  it  at  the  foot  of  a 
tree  with  a  lot  of  ammunition,  called  their  attention  particularly 
to  the  spot,  and  then  ordered  them  to  proceed  as  before. 
When  the  party  had  inarched  five  n;iles  from  the  spot  where 
the  gun  had  been  left.  Lee  turned  his  prisoners  loose,  telling 
them  that  the  gun  and  ammunition  were  to  enable  them  to  kill 
game  on  their  way  back.  Lee  made  his  way  home  without 
trouble.  -  -   _  ■ 

Lee  took  an  active  part  in  the  war  of  the  Ihrited  States 
with  Mexico.  Ilis  adventures  during  this  Avar  we  will  not  here 
relate.  He  subser|uently  engaged  in  the  cattle  business,  and  in 
1855  joined  with  a  company  of  men  in  an  enterprise,  the  object 


596 


n^noEs  OF  THE  LONE  stah  state. 


of  which  was  to  purchase  a  large  drove  of  mules  and  drive  them 
overland  to  the  San  Francisco  market. 

Among  the  articles  which  Lee  purchased  as  an  equipment 
for  this  trip  was  an  enormous  silver  watch.  It  contained  an 
alarm  of  remarkable  noise  and  duration,  which  could  be  regu- 
lated to  go  off  at  any  moment,  and  while  ringing  the  alarm,  the 
watch  would  actually  move  across  a  table. 

The  company  was  made  up  and  commenced  its  march,  large 
purchases  of  mules  being  made  from  time  to  time,  and  the  easy 
journeys  day  by  day  gradually  carrying  them  far  beyond  the 
boundaries  of  the  settlements.  On  the  evening  of  the  2d  of 
April  they  were  encamped  in  a  beautiful  valley.  The  hunters 
brought  in  some  capital  game,  and  a  neighboring  stream  fur- 
nished lovely  trout.  After  an  abundant  meal  the  men  one  by  one 
went  to  sleep.  Lee  was  on  watch  till  midnight,  when  he  was 
relieved.  At  that  hour  there  were  no  indications  of  danger. 
The  only  sound  which  disturbed  the  profound  silence  of  nature, 
was  the  irregular  tinkle  of  the  horses'  bells. 

Lee  had  been  asleep  but  a  short  time  when  he  was  roused 
by  a  fearful  shriek.  He  sprang  to  his  feet,  only  to  discover 
that  the  camp  was  full  of  painted  Indians,  who  were  killing  the 
white  men  one  after  another.  Lee  had  taken  but  a  swift  glance 
at  the  scene  of  horror,  lit  up  by  the  dull  glow  of  the  dying 
camp-fire,  when  a  lasso  was  thrown  over  his  head,  and  he  was 
jerked  violently  to  the  ground.  A  moment  later  several  In- 
dians sprang  upon  him  and  bound  him.  Three  others  besides 
Lee,  named  Thomas  Martin,  Stewart,  and  Aikens,  escaped  the 
massacre,  and  were  bound  similarly  to  Lee. 

In  removing  Lee's  clothing,  one  of  the  Indians  discovered  the 
silver  watch  which  we  have  mentioned.  The  savage  was 
delighted  at  the  bright  toy.  While  regarding  it  with  the 
greatest  curiosity,  the  minute-hand  reached  half-past  three.  At 
that  instant  the  alarm  went  off.  The  savage  was  dumfounded 
as  the  thing  roared  and  rattled  for  two  minutes.  Frightened 
beyond  measure,  he  held  the  thing  at  arm's  length,  seemingly 


INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


597 


too  much  paralyzed  by  fear  to  let  it  drop,  and  looked  away 
from  it  with  an  expression  of  sickly  horror  on  his  face.  The 
other  Indians  quickly  gathered  about  him.  When  the  alarm 
ceased  they  began  an  unintelligible  jabber.  The  first  Indian 
pointed  repeatedly  to  Lee,  and  finally  the  croAvd  of  savages 
came  toward  him,  and  offered  him  the  watch,  with  various  ges- 
tures indicating  that  they  wanted  to  hear  it  go  off  again. 

The  Ranger  saw  his  advantage.  His  hands  were  unbound. 
He  took  the  watch  and,  with  many  ceremonies  and  great  solem- 
nity, regulated  it,  so  that  in  a  few  moments  it  went  off  again. 
After  this  the  Indians  had  a  long  consultation.  From  their 
frequent  gestures  toward  the  sky,  Lee  divined  that  they 
regarded  it  as  something  supernatural  and  himself  as  some  sort 
of  a  prophet. 

When  morning  broke,  the  chief  put  the  watch  carefully 
away,  and  the  Indians  gave  their  attention  once  more  to  the 
white  men's  camp.  The  corpses  of  the  poor  fellows  who  had 
been  murdered  in  their  sleep  were  horribly  mutilated.  Some 
had  arms  and  hands  chopped  off;  some  were  disemboweled; 
some  had  their  tongues  drawn  out  and  sharp  sticks  thrust 
through  them.  Toward  the  four  men  who  were  yet  alive,  the 
Indians  behaved  frightfully,  flourishing  tomahawks  about  their 
heads  and  pressing  the  blades  of  glittering  knives  against  their 
throats  as  if  unable  to  resist  the  fierce  passion  for  murder. 

At  last  the  four  prisoners  were  blindfolded  and  bound  on 
the  backs  of  mules.  These  animals  were  unbridled,  and  were 
left  to  follow  the  bell-mare  at  their  own  sweet  will.  At  times 
the  mules  would  knock  their  blindfolded  riders  against  trees, 
inflicting  fearful  wounds.  Each  accident  of  this  sort  made  the 
whole  party  of  Indians  yell  with  delight. 

As  evening  approached,  the  hideous  Comanches  selected  a 
camping-ground.  A  supper  was  made  from  horse-flesh.  When 
the  Indians  had  satisfied  their  own  hunger,  they  tossed  chunks 
of  frying  meat  at  the  prisoners.  These  fiery  bits,  on  which 
the  fat  was  often  ablaze,  instead  of  being  caught  in  their  mouths. 


598 


HEROES  OF  THE  LONE  STAR  STATE. 


fell  on  the  naked  legs  of  the  white  men,  burning  them  severely. 
The  prisoners  were  put  to  bed  in  a  peculiar  fashion.  They 
were  laid  on  their  backs  on  the  ground,  their  hands  and  feet 
extended  as  widely  as  possible,  and  fastened  stiffly  with  buffalo 
thongs  to  four  stakes  com^eniently  driven  in  the  ground.  To 
say  that  they  were  unable  to  move  hand  or  foot  is  to  speak 
the  literal  truth.  For  several  days  they  continued  on  their 
journey,  butted  against  trees  by  the  rascally  mules,  burnt 
with  hot  horse-flesh,  and  staked  out  at  night  in  the  fashion 
indicated. 

Lee  kept  his  thoughts  busy,  reflecting  how  he  might  take 
advantage  of  the  incident  of  the  watch.  By  the  time  he 
reached  the  Indian  village  he  had  matured  in  his  own  mind 
a  unique  system  of  theology,  which  he  determined  to  teach 
the  Indians  if  possible.  The  sun,  as  the  Indians  already  be- 
lieved, was  God.  The  watch,  in  Lee's  new  theology,  was  the 
brother  of  the  sun,  and  on  most  intimate  terms  with  him.  The 
revolution  of  the  hands  each  day,  Lee  determined  to  make  the 
Indians  believe  had  a  mysterious  and  sympathetic  connection 
with  the  movement  of  the  sun.  Finally,  it  remained  to  con- 
vince the  savages  that  Lee  himself  was  the  Great  Spirit  of 
the  watch,  and  that  if  any  thing  happened  either  to  him  or  to 
it,  it  w^ould  also  destroy  the  sun. 

Lee  was  taken  to  the  house  of  the  chief.  Ordinarily  a  pris- 
oner was  the  chief  object  of  attention  in  the  village.  But  on 
this  occasion  the  watch  was  the  favorite  by  heavy  odds.  A 
council  was  called.  The  watch  was  brought  forth.  After  long 
and  vociferous  speeches  the  Indian  sages  pointed  significantly  to 
Lee  and  to  the  watch,  desiring  him  to  make  it  sound  the  alarm. 
Lee,  pious  fraud  as  he  was,  kneeled  down,  put  up  his  hands 
toward  the  sun,  as  if  in  the  attitude  of  prayer,  then  worked 
with  the  watch,  pretending  to  persuade  it  to  go,  and  finally  rose 
to  his  feet,  shook  his  head  solemnly,  and  pointed  to  the  sun  as 
if  to  indicate  that  the  celestial  being  prevented  the  watch  from 
going  off. 


INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


509 


Later  in  the  day  Lee,  who  was  rapidly  rising  in  importance 
in  popular  opinion,  was  taken  by  a  strong  guard  to  a  spot  out- 
side of  the  village,  where  a  large  crowd  had  already  assembled. 
Here*  he  found  his  friends  Martin,  Stewart,  and  Aikens,  each 
drawn  up  and  tied  to  pairs  of  posts,  planted  three  feet  apart. 
Some  terrible  ceremony  was  taking  place.  The  Lidians  formed 
in  a  circle  about  the  wretched  men  and  deliberately  scalped 
Stewart  and  Martin.  Then  they  took  sharp  arrow-heads  and 
made  gashes  in  the  bodies  of  the  two  men.  This  "they  contin- 
tiiuied  until  every  inch  of  the  bodies  of  the  unhappy  men  was 
hag,^lod  and  hacked  and  scarified  and  covered  \vith  clotted  blood." 
The  two  men  screamed  out  in  their  agony,  begging  that  they 
might  be  put  to  death.  Lee  and  Aikens,  sickened  beyond  meas- 
ure, shut  their  eyes  to  keep  out  the  horrid  sight.  The  Indians 
did  not  neglect  to  pull  their  hair  and  flourish  knives  and 
hatchets  about  their  heads  as  if  to  impress  them  that  the  fate 
of  Stew^art  and  Martin  would  shortly  be  theirs. 

After  two  hours  of  torture  the  ring  of  warriors  stopped 
dancing,  formed  closely  about  Stewart  and  Martin,  and,  at  an 
appointed  signal,  a  score  of  tomahaw^ks  were  buried  in  the  brain 
of  each  prisoner.  When  the  scene  of  slaughter  was  ended,  Lee 
and  Aikens  were  separated. 

From  this  time  on  he  longed  only  for  death.  One  day  his 
bonds  were  removed.  Hoping  only  to  exasperate  his  captors 
into  killing  him  outright,  he  picked  up  a  club  and  tried  to  kill 
the  nearest  Lidian.  Instead  of  attaining  the  desired  result,  he 
found  the  savages  only  laughed  at  him.  Not  a  day  passed  that 
the  Indians  did  not  beseech  Lee  to  make  the  watch  go  off. 
Through  all  these  requests  he  maintained  a  sullen  and  obsti- 
nate refusal.       '  .  .  • 

One  day  Aikens  was  unexpectedly  brought  into  the  tent 
where  Lee  was  kept,  and  the  two  men  had  a  talk.  Aikens, 
who  was  thoroughly  familiar  with  Indian  character  and  customs, 
told  Lee  that  he  himself  was  shortly  to  be  put  to  death,  but 
that  he  believtM]  that  Lee  might  yet  escape  through  the  instrU' 


600  ,        HEROES  OF  THE  LONE  STAR  STATE.  ' 

mentality  of  the  watch,  if,  instead  of  being  sullen  and  stubborn, 
he  would  comply  with  the  Indians'  wishes,  and  exert  himself  to 
win  their  faA^or.  , 

Lee  took  the  advice  In  time  he  was  adopted  into  the  tribe. 
He  had  long  since  lost  sight  of  Aikens,  and  indeed  never  learned 
his  fate.  Little  by  little,  Lee  won  their  confidence,  and  acquired 
more  and  more  liberty.  He  was  allowed  no  weapons,  but  was 
permitted  to  walk  about  the  village. 

One  day,  Lee  was  suddenly  ordered  to  mount  a  big  mule, 
and  follow  Big  Wolf,  the  chief.  A  band  of  warriors  accompanied 
them.  They  traveled  all  day.  At  evening,  Lee  hastened  to 
cook  Big  Wolf's  supper.  He  had,  indeed,  for  a  long  time,  been 
his  servant.  During  this  whole  period,  the  chief  never  took  a 
mouthful  of  food  until  after  Lee  had  tasted  it,  a  precaution 
against  poison. 

At  the  close  of  the  second  day,  they  reached  the  village  of 
the  great  chief.  Spotted  Leopard.  Lee  took  an  instinctive  dis- 
like to  this  chief  and  his  people.  Among  the  latter,  however, 
was  one  who  was  his  friend.  She  was  Kianceta,  the  Weasel. 
Of  her  Lee  speaks  with  enthusiam.  She  was  of  slender  and 
beautiful  figure,  graceful  and  dignified.  Her  weird  costume,  with 
its  gay  embroidery  and  bead  work,  was  partly  obscured  by  her 
coal  black  hair,  which  fell  in  luxuriant  profusion  half-way  to 
the  ground. 

But  Kianceta's  spirit  was  even  fairer  than  her  form.  "She 
sympathized  with  the  poor  captive,  when  others  laughed  at  him. 
She  sat  down  by  his  side  and  looked  up  sorrowfully  into  his 
face,  when  the  young  savages  of  the  village  beat  him  with 
stones  and  sticks.  A  hundred  times  she  stood  between  him 
and  those  who  threatened  harm;  gave  him  corn  when  others 
had  it  not ;  attended  him  when  sick,  casting  red-hot  stones 
into  a  trough  of  water  to  make  him  a  steam  bath,  and  wrapping 
him  with  thick  buffalo  skins,  until  his  cold  was  broken  up  and 
his  health  restored." 

In  spite  of  the  charms  of  Kianceta,  Lee  furtively  watched 


IXDIAX  TRAGEDIES  AXD  ROMAXCES. 


601 


his  chances  for  escape.  A  half  mile  from  the  village  was  a 
dark,  wooded  ravine,  which  if  he  could  reach  Lee  believed 
escape  to  be  possible.  After  many  nights  passed  in  planning, 
he  resolved  on  the  attempt.    With  the  knife  which  he  was  at 


SPOTTED  LEOPARD,  THE  COMANCHE  CHIEF. 


tnis  time  permitted  to  carry  he  cut  up  some  strips  of  venison 
to  serve  him  as  food  in  his  flight,  and  concealed  the  bundle  of 
them  in  a  log.    One  midnight,  when  the  village  was  asleep,  and. 
Spotted  Leopard  snored  loudl}-.  on  his  royal  couch.  Lee  slipped 
quietly  from  the  tent,  made  his  way  quietly  to  the  log  where 


602 


HEROES  OF  THE  LONE  STAR  STATE. 


his  venison  was  hidden,  secured  the  precious  pack  and  started 
to  leave  the  village.  He  had  reached  the  outer  row  of  wigwams, 
when  he  was  startled  by  the  growl  of  a  big  dog,  which  con- 
fronted him,  showing  his  white  teeth. 

In  a  moment  the  bark  was  caught  up  and  answered  by  an- 
other cur  at  the  farther  end  of  the  village.  Others  still  disturbed 
the  midnight  air  with  fierce  barks  and  lugubrious  howls.  On 
they  came,  one  after  another,  with  growls  and  snarls,  to  the 
spot  where  poor  Lee  stood,  half  dead  with  fright.  It  was  but  a 
moment  from  the  time  when  the  first  dog  discovered  him  until 
he  found  himself  surrounded  on  all  sides  by  barking  curs. 

Another  danger  also  appeared.  The  village  was  roused  by 
the  unusual  disturbance  among  the  dogs,  and  sleepy  warriors 
could  be  heard,  one  after  another,  from  their  wigwams,  cursing 
the  dogs,  and  telling  them  to  lie  down.  Lee  no  longer  thought 
of  flight,  but  only  of  avoiding  discovery.  He  -crawled  back  to 
his  tent  and  lay  down,  bitterly  disappointed  at  his  failure. 

Still  he  did  not  give  up.  Days  and  weeks  rolled  by  before 
he  matured  another  plan.  Although  he  was  ordered  not  to  go 
beyond  the  boundaries  of  the  village,  he  disregarded  the  com- 
mand, and  ventured  out  from  day  to  day,  each  time  going  a 
little  farther.  At  first  he  was  often  told  to  go  back.  Then  his 
disobedience  was  less  and  less  noticed.  Finally  no  one  inter- 
fered with  him  at  all. 

One  evening,  just  at  dark,  he  started  off  in  a  slow,  care- 
less walk  toward  the  ravine.  He  had  gone  a  considerable  dis- 
tance when  three  warriors  suddenly  confronted  him.  He  pre- 
tended to  be  cutting  a  stick  from  some  bushes  on  which  to 
cook  his  master's  meat.  The  trick  was  too  thin.  The  suspi- 
cions of  the  Indians  were  aroused.  They  seized  him  roughly 
by  the  arm  and  marched  him  back  to  the  village.  They 
reported  the  occurrence  to  Spotted  Leopard.  A  long  and  ear- 
nest consultation  was  had,  at  the  close  of  which  the  chief  came 
out,  seized  Lee,  and  jerked  him  forcibly  into  the  wigwam. 
After  binding  the  runaway,  h.iiiJ  and  foot,  the  Indian  rolled  up 


INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES.  603 

his  leggins  and  deliberately  slashed  a  sharp  knife  across  the 
muscle  on  the  front  of  his  leg  just  below  the  knee.  This  sur- 
gical operation  was  designed  to  cripple  Lee,  so  escape  would 
be  impossible.  The  white  man  was  kept  tied  for  two  weeks. 
Every  day  Spotted  Leopard  would  seize  his  leg  and  work  it 
back  and  forth,  breaking  open  the  wound  anew.  Eventually 
the  limb  healed,  but  was  permanently  stiff. 

From  time  to  time,  Lee  accompanied  Spotted  Leopard  and 
his  people  on  long  hunts  around  the  head-waters  of  the  Guada- 
loupe.  Once  they  had  a  fierce  battle  with  the  Apaches.  Lee 
prayed  that  the  Comanches  might  be  whipped,  but  in  this  he 
was  disappointed.  On  another  occasion,  they  were  visited  by 
a  friendly  tribe,  with  a  chief  named  Rolling  Thunder.  This 
Indian  was  naturally  reverent.  He  w^as  more  fond  of  wor- 
shiping the  sun  on  his  knees  than  of  dancing  the  war-dance. 
Such  a  character  is  unusual  among  the  Indians.  Lee  was  called 
out  to  give  an  exhibition  with  his  watch,  which  he  did,  w^ith 
marked  effect,  the  pious  Rolling  Thunder  ascribing  every  thing 
wonderful  to  some  supernatural  power. 

Another  party  of  Indians,  on  another  occasion,  encamped 
near  them.  In  the  afternoon  Lee  noticed  an  unusual  stir  among 
Spotted  Leopard's  people,  which  ended  in  the  whole  party's 
moving  down  toward  the  neighborfng  camp  of  the  strangers. 
Lee  felt  something  unusual  was  going  to  happen.  Breathless 
with  suspense,  he  listened.  Presently  a  human  voice  rang  out 
through  the  air  in  one  awful  scream  of  agony.  At  intervals  it 
was  repeated,  growing  feebler  and  feebler.  An  hour  or  two 
later,  some  Indians  came  after  Lee,  and  took  him  through  the 
strangers'  camp.  Scattered  around  he  saw  torn  fragments  of 
the  uniform  of  a  United  States  soldier.  A  few  steps  farther 
on,  Lee  saw  the  remains  of  the  soldier.  A  stick  had  been 
thrust  under  his  heel  cords,  and  he  had  been  hung  up  head 
downward,  until  at  last,  bleeding  from  many  wounds,  he  gave 
up  the  ghost.  No  doubt  he  had  been  captured  near  some 
army  post. 


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HEROES  OF  THE  LONE  STAR  STATE. 


One  day  Lee  discovered  three  white  women  captives  of 
another  band  of  the  same  tribe.  It  was  months  before  he 
could  speak  to  them.  At  last,  on  the  occasion  of  a  great  feast 
and  dance  he  was  enabled  to  do  so.  They  were  English  by 
'  birth.  A  Mormon  missionary  had  induced  them  to  leave  their 
home,  and,  with  a  party  of  two  hundred  others,  come  to  Amer- 
ica. After  a  long  voyage  from  England,  they  had  landed  at 
Indianola,  on  Matagorda  Bay.  From  that  point,  their  way 
lay  overland  to  the  Great  Salt  Lake.  On  the  journey  through 
the  mountains  many  of  the  teams  gave  out.  The  party  became 
separated.  The  Indians  became  troublesome,  and  finally  cap- 
tured large  numbers,  among  whom  were  these  three  women, 
Lee  felt  a  burning  interest  in  this  story  of  the  misfortunes  of 
these  poor  creatures,  compared  to  which  his  own,  inasmuch  as 
he  was  at  best  an  adventurer,  were  trifling. 

After  their  capture  the  men  were  massacred.  Mrs.  Has- 
kin's  infant  child  was  seized  by  an  Indian,  a  hole  cut  under 
its  chin,  and  then  hung  on  the  sharp  limb  of  a  tree,  and  left 
until  death  should  relieve  it.  The  three  women  were  the  com- 
mon drudges  of  the  camp.  The  elder,  the  mother  of  the  others, 
becoming  too  feeble  to  work,  was,  soon  after  Lee  met  her,  put 
to  death  by  torture. 

The  pious  Rolling  Thunder  made  visits  of  increasing  fre- 
quency to  Spotted  Leopard,  which  resulted  at  last  in  a  change 
of  masters  for  Lee.  The  chief  use  which  Rolling  Thunder 
made  of  his  new  captive  was  to  make  him  describe  the  won- 
ders of  the  world  and  of  civilization. 

Before  long  he  invited  Lee  to  choose  a  wife.  To  this  the 
white  man  assented,  and,  after  a  careful  inspection  of  the  entire 
tribe,  chose  a  young  and  slender  squaw,  rather  dirty  but  good- 
looking,  known  as  the  Sleek  Otter.  The  marriage  resulted  hap- 
pily, and  Lee  received  increased  privileges. 

During  Lee's  residence  with  this  tribe  two  young  warriors, 
who  had  a  fierce  quarrel  of  long  standing,  which  the  council 
had  again  and  again  attempted  to  settle,  determined  to  fight 


IXDTAX  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMaXCES. 


605 


the  iiicitter  to  the  death.  Both  men  were  athletic  and  powerful. 
They  met  in  the  center  of  a  ring,  and  their  left  arms,  as  far  up 
as  the  elbow,  were  lashed  together  with  buffalo  hide  so  firmly 
that  there  was  no  possibility  of  the  men  breaking  away  from 
each  other.  In  the  right  hand  of  each  was  placed  a  hunting 
knife  with  a  sharp  blade  nine  inches  long.  The  brothers  of  the 
combatants  stood  at  a  little  distance,  similarly  armed. 

At  a  given  signal  the  two  men  raised  their  bright  blades  in 
air,  then  brought  them  down  suddenly.  In  an  instant  they 
were  again  uplifted,  no  longer  bright,  but  crimsoned  with  blood. 
For  a  minute  the  knives  rose  and  fell  incessantly,  the  men 
struggling  with  fury.  '^'At  length  a  mortal  thrust  by  one  was 
followed  by  a  fierce  blow  from  the  other,  gashing  through  the 
side  of  the  neck,  from  which  the  purple  tide  of  life  spouted  up 
in  a  wide,  high  arch,  when  both  fell  lifeless  to  the  ground." 
Had  either  survived,  the  brother  of  the  other  would  have  at 
once  put  him  to  death. 

Lee  took  many  trips  w^ith  Rolling  Thunder,  but  on  no  occa- 
sion did  the  chief  sleep  alone  with  him  in  the  tent.  At  last 
they  took  a  three  days'  journey  together  without  a  companion 
toward  a  village,  three  days'  journey  to  the  north.  AVhile  at 
this  place  the  chief  got  drunk,  and  on  the  way  home  was  ex- 
ceedingly thirsty.  After  a  long  search  a  little  pool  of  water  was 
discovered.  He  ordered  Lee  to  get  him  a  drink  in  his  hunting 
horn.  The  latter  being  unable  to  do  this  without  scooping  up 
considerable  mud,  the  thirsty  Indian  sprang  from  his  horse, 
threw  down  his  rifle,  and  lying  flat  on  the  ground,  drank  eagerly 
from  the  pool.  On  the  spur  of  the  moment,  as  Lee's  eye  caught 
sight  of  a  hatchet  hanging  on  the  Indian's  saddle,  a  fearful 
thought  burst  upon  him.  In  a  moment  the  idea  was  put  into 
execution.  Snatching  the  hatchet,  he  bent  over,  and  deliber- 
ately buried  it  in  the  Indian's  head. 

It  was  the  work  of  a  moment  to  seize  the  dead  chief's  gun 
and  knife,  mount  his  horse,  and,  leading  the  mule  which  he  had 
himself  ridden,  dash  away  across  the  country.    It  was  a  lonely 


606 


HEROES  OF  THE  LONE  STAR  STATE, 


journey  through  a  lonely  wilderness,  across  rocky  ridges,  and 
along  dark  ravines.  Late  at  night  he  paused  for  the  first  time. 
His  only  resource  in  the  way  of  food  was  to  kill  the  mule. 
Building  a  small  fire  he  prepared  himself  a  meal  from  the  meat. 
Though  refreshed  by  eating,  a  new  horror  presented  itself. 
The  blood  and  smell  of  the  animal  was  scented  by  wild  beasts, 
which  crashed  through  the  forest  with  horrid  cries  throughout 
the  night. 

At  the  end  of  fifty-six  days'  travel,  Lee  fell  in  with  some 
Mexican  traders,  and,  more  dead  than  alive,  was  kindly  cared 
for.  When  he  had  sufficiently  recovered  he  left  Texas,  having 
had  enough  of  life  as  a  Ranger. 


INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


m 


CHAPTER  XVIII. 

HEROkS  OF  THE  LONE  STAR  STATE,  CONTINUED. 
DAVID  CROCKETT. 

HE  man  whose  name  stands  at  the  head  of  this  ' 
chapter  deserves  a  pLace  in  any  sketch,  how- 
ever brief,  of  the  heroes  of  the  Lone  Star  State. 
This  is  not  on  account  of  his  life,  but  of  his 
death.  Although  nearly  his  entire  career  was 
passed  elsewhere,  he  did  for  Texas  all  that  a 
man  could  do — he  gave  his  life  for  her.  lie 
was  the  most  original  character  produced  upon 
the  American  frontiers,  as  well  as  by  all  odds 
the  most  famous  one. 
David  Crockett  was  born  in  a  wretched  cabin  in  East  Ten- 
nessee, in  the  year  178G.  His  father  was  one  of  the  worst 
specimens  of  frontier  life.  He  kept  a  tavern,  which  consisted 
of  nothimr  more  than  a  tumblimr  cabin,  with  one  room  and  an 
earthen  floor.  Its  only  accommodations  consisted  of  a  great  jug 
of  vile  whisky.  The  old  man,  furthermore,  was  mean.  When 
the  boy  was  only  twelve  years  old,  the  father  hired  him  to  a 
Dutchman  to  go  on  foot  with  him  for  four  hundred  miles  and 
drive  a  herd  of  cattle.  The  trip  was  hard  even  for  a  man. 
Many  a  night  the  wretched  boy,  weary,  supperless,  spattered 
with  mud,  and  drenched  with  rain,  would  lie  on  the  ground 
without  shelter  or  covering.  The  journey  terminated  in  Vir- 
ginia, where  the  Dutchman  lived. 

As  for  the  boy,  if  remained  to  make  his  way  back  home 


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HEROES  OF  THE  LONE  STAR  STATR 


through  the  wilderness^  four  hundred  miles  in  extent.  He  ob- 
tained permission  to  follow  an  emigrant's  wagon,  but  c[uickly 
tiring  of  their  slow  progress,  struck  out  alone  into  the  wilder- 
ness, and  soon  left  the  emigrants  far  behind.  We  neither  know 
how  he  obtained  food,  how  he  crossed  the  rivers,  nor  how  he 
defended  himself  from  wild  beasts.  We  only  know  that  it  was 
winter  when  he  started  and  spring  when  he  reached  his  jour- 
ney's end. 

The  home  to  which  he  returned  was  miserable  enough.  The 
father  was  an  intemperate  old  dog,  and  frequently  would  take  a 
stout  hickory  stick  and  chase  David  for  a  mile  or  two,  threat- 
ening each  moment  to  kill  him.  The  boy  had  a  marvelous  knack 
for  avoiding  his  pursuer,  and  simply  shouted  and  laughed  at  his 
father's  drunken  failures.  Crockett  naturally  drifted  away  from 
such  a  home  and  engaged  in  many  wdld  trips  over  the  country 
to  the  eastern  cities,  once  even  arranging  to  go  to  London.  This 
he  failed  to  carry  out. 

He  married  an  Irish  girl  in  his  neighborhood  when  quite 
young,  and,  after  the  birth  of  two  children,  he  packed  his  little 
belongings  on  one  shaky  old  horse,  placed  his  wife  and  children 
on  its  mate,  and  struck  across  the  country  to  penetrate  two  hun- 
dred and  fifty  miles  further  into  the  western  wilderness.  This 
was  not  his  only  move.  Apparently  from  innate  vagrancy,  he 
would  no  sooner  gather  a  crop  than  he  would  abandon  his  crum- 
bling shanty,  and  remove  to  some  other  location. 

When  the  Creek  war  broke  out  in  1811,  such  a  restless 
woodsman  as  Crockett  was  eager  to  engage  in  the  conflict.  He 
had  many  thrilling  adventures  during  the  war  which  we  may 
not  here  recount.  The  sufferings  of  the  army  for  want  of  food, 
which  were  shared  by  Crockett,  have  been  briefly  related  else- 
where. During  the  war  his  wife  died,  but,  with  ready  adapta- 
tion to  circumstances,  he  quickly  married  a  widow  w^hom  he 
met.  A  few  months  after  his  marriage,  intent  on  another 
change  of  location,  he  and  three  neighbors  set  out  on  an  explor- 
ing tour  in  central  Alabama. 


IXIJlAy  TRAGEDIES  ASD  ROMANCES. 


One  niorning  when  the  explorers  awoke,  they  discovered 
that  then'  horses  were  gone.  Crockett  at  once  set  out  on 
foot,  through  forest,  bog.  and  ravine,  across  creeks  and  over 
hills,  to  follow  them.  It  is  almost  impossible  to  believe,  yet 
true,  that  before  nightfall  he  had  traversed  fifty  miles.  He 
stopped  that  night  at  a  settler's  Ccibin,  but  awoke  in  the  morn- 
ing to  find  himself  so  lame  from  his  great  walk  that  he  could 
scarcely  move.  Though  suffering  greatly,  he  left  the  cabin 
and  hobbled  along  a  few  miles,  hoping  that  exercise  would 
improve  him.  ;       ■      -  -  . 

While  proceeding  in  this  way,  consumed  with  fever  and 
tottering  with  weakness,  he  fell,  overcome  by  deathly  sickness. 
A  happy  fortune  prevented  him  from  being  left  here  to  die  or 
be  de^"oure^l  by  wild  beasts.  Some  Indians,  coming  through 
the  forest,  saw  the  prostrate  form  of  the  poor,  sick,  white  man. 
and  (|uickly  attempted  to  minister  to  his  wants.  One  of  them 
had  a  watermelon,  from  which  he  cut  a  slice  for  the  refresh- 
ment of  the  sufferer.  Then,  taking  him  in  their  arms,  they 
carried  him  to  the  cabin  of  a  white  man,  tAvo  miles  distant. 
With  true  frontier  kindness,  the  people  of  the  place  received 
him.  put  him  to  bed,  and  prepared  such  herbs  and  other  primi- 
tive medicines  as  their  resotirces  afforded. 

The  next  day.  as  the  delirium  was  beginning  to  settle  down 
in  dense  clouds  tipon  the  mind  of  the  patient,  two  white  men, 
having  been  informed  by  the  Indians  that  one  of  their  country- 
men was  lying  sick  at  the  place,  came  to  the  cabin.  They 
proved  to  be  acquaintances  of  Crockett.  The  latter  was  able  to 
recognize  them,  and  m  his  delirium  begged  and  bescaight  them 
to  take  him  to  his  three  companions  whom  he  had  left  at  the 
camp.  He  was  placed  upon  a  sort  of  litter,  and  they  carried 
him  all  the  way.  fifty  miles,  to  the  spot  where  his  companions 
were  waiting. 

At  the  end  of  the  journey  his  fever  had  risen  to  a  fearful 
height.  It  was  evident  that  a  long  spell  of  sickness  was  before 
him.    All  that  could  be  done  was  to  find  the  cabin  of  some 


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HEROES  OF  THE  LONE  STAR  STATE. 


kind  pioneer  woman,  and  there  leave  Crockett,  unaided  by  med- 
ical skill,  to  fight,  single-handed,  the  battle  of  life  and  death. 
He  received  the  kindest  attention.  His  pallet  occupied  the 
corner  on  the  earthen  floor  of  the  cabin.  After  weeks  of  suf- 
fering he  began  to  recover.  Although  emaciated  and  tottering 
with  weakness,  he  employed  a  wagoner  to  carry  him  home. 
He  arrived  there  to  find  that  his  family  had  given  him  up 
for  dead. 

In  spite  of  this  misadventure,  Crockett,  instead  of  settling 
down,  removed  with  his  family  to  a  spot  called  Shoal  Creek,  in 
what  is  now  Giles  county,  Tennessee.  In  a  new  country,  cattle 
stealing  is  regarded  as  the  worst  of  crimes,  and  is  punished 
with  instant  death.  This  grows  out  of  the  fact  that  it  is  the 
crime  to  which  society  in  such  a  region  is  most  liable,  and 
against  which  it  has  the  least  protection.  Crockett,  whose  great 
force  of  character  always  asserted  itself  in  every  situation, 
became  a  self-appointed  justice  of  the  peace.  Subsequently,  he 
was  legally  appointed  to  the  position. 

Before  the  appointment,  whenever  Crockett  made  up  his 
mind  that  a  fellow  ought  to  be  punished,  he  had  simply  ordered 
the  young  men  who  were  his  self-appointed  constables  to  catch 
the  culprit.  When  he  was  brought  before  him  there  was  a  short, 
sharp  trial,  lasting  not  more  than  three  minutes,  and  then  the 
judge  passed  sentence,  saying :  "  Take  the  thief,  strip  off  his 
shirt,  tie  him  to  a  tree,  and  give  him  a  good  flogging.  Then 
burn  down  his  cabin  and  drive  him  out  of  the  country."  From' 
this  judgment  no  appeal  would  lie.  When  Crockett  was  legally 
appointed  justice,  he  was  greatly  troubled  in  mind  to  learn  that 
they  required  written  warrants.  In  spite  of  this  difficulty,  he 
got  along  pretty  well,  and  as  he  says,  "  My  judgments  stuck 
like  wax." 

David  Crockett  would  probably  never  have  been  known  to 
fame  had  he  not  entered  politics.  He  was  a  famous  hunter, 
and  popular;  on  this  account,  some  of  the  rough  settlers  sug- 
gested that  he  become  a  candidate  for  the  legislature.    He  was 


INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AND  ROMANCES. 


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ambitious,  and  took  fire  at  the  suggestion.  In,  June,  1821,  he 
began  his  campaign.  He  says  :  "  It  was  a  brand-fire  new  busi- 
ness to  me.  It  now  became  necessary  that  I  should  tell  the 
people  something  about  the  government  and  an  eternal  sight  of 
other  things,  that  I  know 'd  nothing  more  about  than  I  did 
about  Latin  and  law,  and  such  things  as  that.  I  know 'd  so  little 
about  it,  that  if  any  one  had  told  me  that  General  Jackson  was 
the  government  I  should  have  believed  it,  for  I  had  never  read 
even  a  newspaper  in  my  life." 

About  this  time  there  was  a  great  squirrel  hunt  on  Duck 
Hiver,  which  Crockett  resolved  to  attend.  The  people  were  to 
divide  into  two  parties,  and  hunt  for  two  days.  Then  they 
were  to  assemble,  count  the  scalps,  and  the  party  which  had 
killed  the  less  number  of  squirrels  was  to  pay  for  a  big  dinner 
and  country  frolic.  Owing  to  Crockett's  marvelous  skill,  his 
party  killed  the  most  squirrels. 

As  the  dinner  proceeded  and  whisky  began  to  flow  like 
water,  Crockett  was  called  out  to  make  a  speech  as  a  candidate, 
to  be  followed  by  his  opponent.  Crockett  was,  he  says,  "As 
ignorant  of  the  business  as  an  outlandish  negro.  I  got  up  and 
told  the  people  I  reckoned  they  knowed  what  I  had  come  for, 
but  if  not  I  could  tell  them.  I  had  come  for  their  votes,  and  if 
they  did  n't  watch  mighty  close  I  would  get  them  too.  But  the 
worst  of  all  was  that  I  could  not  tell  them  any  thing  about  the 
government.  I  choked  up  as  bad  as  if  my  mouth  had  been 
jamm 'd  and  cramm 'd  chock  full  of  dry  mush."  However,  he 
managed  to  tell  a  story  or  two,  and  then  seeing  the  people  in  a 
good  humor  took  care  to  remark  that  he  was  "as  dry  as  a  pow- 
der horn,  and  that  it  was  time  for  us  all  to  wet  our  whistles  a 
little."  He  then  went  off  to  a  liquor  stand,  taking  nearly  the 
whole  crowd  with  him,  and  leaving  his  competitor  to  speak  to 
about  six  men. 

Crockett  was  elected  to  the  legislature,  as  a  matter  of  course. 
When  he  went  to  the  State  Capital  he  felt  that  the  most  impor- 
tant thing  for  him  to  do  was  to  learn  the  meaning  of  the  words 


612  HEROES  OF  THE  LONE  STAR  STATE. 

government  and  judkiarij.  Having  learned  these  points  by  a 
great  deal  of  adroit  cj[uestioning,  he  felt  quite  well  equipped. 
He  became  the  fun  maker  of  the  legislature.  While  he  liked 
to  raise  a  laugh  at  others,  he  would  not  stand  a  laugh  at  him- 
self. One  day  a  legislator  referred  to  him  as  "  the  gentleman 
from  the  cane."  That  evening  Crockett  invited  the  man  pleas- 
antly to  take  a  walk  with  him^  and  when  they  reached  a  lonely 
spot  jinnounced  that  he  brought  his  companion  there  for  the 
purpose  of  whipping  him  within  an  inch  of  his  life.  The  man 
pleaded  so  hard,  however,  that  Crockett  let  him  off. 

After  the  adjournment  of  the  legislature,  Crockett  again 
determined  to  move  further  west.  He  and  a  companion  struck 
out  into  a  new  region  on  the  Obion  River.  Here  he  killed  deer 
and  elk  almost  without  number.  He  built  a  cabin  and  planted 
a  crop  of  corn.  During  the  summer  he  killed  no  less  than  ten 
bears.  In  the  Axil  he  returned  for  his  family  and  brought  them 
to  his  new  quarters. 

His  physical  endurance  Avas  wonderful.  In  the  winter,  about 
Christmas,  he  was  trying  to  cross  a  slough  by  getting  on  a  log 
and  poling  across.  Somehow  he  fell  into  the  water,  which  was 
ten  feet  deep.  The  weather  was  extremely  cold.  Getting  out 
on  the  bank,  which  w^as  covered  with  a  deep  snow,  he  removed 
his  clothes  and  hung  them  on  a  tree  to  dry.  He  then  attempted 
to  warm  himself  by  running,  but  found  his  legs  taken  w^ith  the 
cramp,  so  that  he  could  not  make  a  step  six  inches  long.  It 
was  late  in  the  evening  before  he  dragged  himself  back  to  his 
cabin,  a  feat  accomplished  w^ith  infinite  suffering.  Yet  he  relates 
that  he  w^rapped  himself  in  bear  skin,  and  lying  down  upon  the 
floor  with  his  feet  to  the  fire,  passed  the  night  with  comfort  and 
awoke  in  the  morning  without  feeling  any  ill  effects  whatever 
from  his  exposure. 

During  the  continuation  of  the  same  storm  which  was  raging 
at  the  time  of  the  above  incident  the  meat  gave  out  in  the 
cabin,  and  the  men  set  out  in  the  blinding  sleet  to  hunt  game. 
Crockett,  with  three  dogs,  one  of  which  was  pretty  old,  started 


IXDIAX  TRAGEDIES  AXD  ROMAXCES. 


613 


in  a  direction  where  lie  thought  he  might  find  a  bear.  Every 
hour  the  storm  grew  more  furious.  The  bushes,  with  which  the 
forest  was  filled,  became  so  thick  with  ice  that  he  could  no 
longer  force  his  way  through.  He  had  seated  himself  on  a  log 
to  rest,  when  he  heard  his  dogs  set  up  a  terrible  barking.  He 
followed  them  as  best  he  could,  but  no  game  was  in  sight,  and 
he  concluded  the  dogs  were  only  making  mischief.  Just  at 
that  moment,"  says  he,  ^'looking  on  before  my  dogs,  I  saw  the 
biggest  bear  that  ever  was  seen  in  America.  At  that  distance 
he  looked  like  a  big,  black  bull."  He  hurried  forward  to  find 
his  dogs  engaged  in  a  life  and  death  conflict  with  the  bear. 
It  required  three  bullets  to  kill  him. 

The  storm  had  not  abated  at  all..  Crockett  hurried  back 
through  the  icy  forest  to  his  cabin,  twelve  miles  away.  He 
and  the  other  two  men,  who  had  returned  unsuccessful  from 
their  hiuit,  taking  four  pack  horses,  set  out  at  once,  in  spite  of 
fatigue  and  tempest,  to  secure  the  game,  an  enterprise  in  which 
they  succeeded.  In  this  way  the  cabin  was  furnished  with  an 
abundant  supply  of  splendid  meat. 

It  soon  occurred  to  Crockett  to  again  offer  himself  for  the 
legislature.  On  a  certain  day  he  appeared  at  a  great  political 
gathering,  and  began  his  own  peculiar  method  of  electioneering. 
Having  mounted  a  stump,  he  began  to  banter  his  opponent.  Dr. 
Butler.  He  took  care  to  assure  his  audience  that  though  he  was 
very  poor,  he  proposed  to  furnish  his  supporters  all  the  whisky 
they  could  drink.  ''When  I  goes  electioneering,  I  goes  fixed  for 
the  purpose.  I've  got  a  suit  of  deer  leather  clothes  with  two 
big  pockets.  I  puts  a  bottle  of  whisky  in  one,  and  a  twist  of 
tobacco  in  t'other,  and  starts  out.  Then  if  I  meets  a  friend, 
why  I  pulls  out  my  bottle  and  gives  him  a  drink.  He  Tl  be 
mighty  apt,  before  he  drinks,  to  throw  away  his  tobacco.  So, 
when  he  is  done,  I  puUs  my  twist  out  of  t  'other  pocket,  and 
gives  him  a  chaw,  I  never  likes  to  leave  a  man  worse  off  than 
I  found  him." 

Dr.  Butler,  Crockett^s  opponent,  lived  m  a  frame  house.  In 


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HEROES  OF  THE  LONE  STAR  STATE. 


the  front  room  the  middle  of  the  floor  was  covered  with  a  piece 
of  carpet.  One  day  the  doctor  called  to  some  men,  passing,  to 
come  in  and  take  a  drink.  The  whisky  sat  on  a  table  in  the 
center  of  the  room.  The  men  came  in  and,  of  course,  had 
never  seen  a  carpet  before.  They  walked  cautiously  around 
on  the  bare  part  of  the  floor  without  daring  to  put  their  feet 
upon  the  carpet. 

Soon  afterward,  they  were  heard  inquiring  of  Crockett's 
friends  how  he  lived.  On  learning  that  he  lived  in  a  log  cabin 
of  one  room,  without  any  glass  for  the  window,  and  with  earth 
alone  for  the  floor,  they  declared  that  he  was  the  fellow  for 
them.  "  Why,"  said  one  of  them,  "  when  Butler  called  us  into 
his  house  to  take  a  drink,  he  spread  down  one  of  his  best  bed 
quilts  for  us  to  walk  on.  He 's  too  proud  for  us."  Crockett  was 
elected  to  the  legislature,  and  served  two  years. 

The  bear  hunter  soon  found  himself  a  famous  man.  Without 
changing  his  mode  of  life,  he  announced  himself  as  a  candidate 
for  Congress,  and  though  unable  to  read,  and  barely  able  to  sign 
his  name,  was  elected  by  nearly  three  thousand  majority.  On 
his  way  to  Washington  City,  he  reached  Raleigh,  North  Caro- 
lina, on  a  cold,  wet  evening.  Entering  the  tavern  and  elbowing 
his  way  through  the  crowd  toward  the  fire,  some  fellow  gave 
him  a  shove,  and  said  with  an  oath,  "  Who  are  you  ?"  Crockett 
roared  out,  "  I  am  that  same  David  Crockett,  fresh  from  the 
back  woods,  half  horse,  half  alligator,  a  little  touched  with  the 
snapping  turtle.  I  can  wade  the  Mississippi,  leap  the  Ohio,  ride 
upon  a  streak  of  lightning,  and  slip  without  a  scratch  down  a 
honey  locust.  I  can  whip  my  weight  in  wild  cats,  and  if  any 
gentleman  pleases  for  a  ten-dollar  bill  he  can  throw  in  a  panther. 
I  can  hug  a  bear  too  close  for  comfort,  and  eat  any  man  opposed 
to  General  Jackson."  They  made  room  for  Crockett  around 
the  fire ! 

When  the  bear  hunter  got  to  Washington,  he  was  invited 
to  dine  with  President  Adams,  at  a  state  dinner.  The  news- 
papers of  the  time  gave  what  purported  to  be  Crockett's  own 

/    ■  ■ 


IXBIAX  TRAGEDIES  AXD  ROAfAXCES. 


615 


account  of  that  dinner.  I  went  to  dinner,  and  I  walked  all 
around  the  lonir  table  looking:  for  something;  that  I  liked.  At 
last  I  took  my  seat  beside  a  fat  goose,  and  I  helped  myself  to 
as  much  of  it  as  I  wanted.  I  had  n't  took  three  bites  when  I 
saw  a  man  away  up  the  table  talking  French  to  a  woman  on 
t'  other  side.  ,  He  dodged  his  head  and  she  dodged  hers,  and 
then  they  got  to  drinking  wine  across  the  table.  When  I  looked 
back  again,  my  plate  was  gone,  goose  and  all.  I  seed  a  white 
man  walking  oil  with  it.  I  says,  Hello  mister,  bring  back  my 
plate.  He  fetched  it  back  in  a  hurry,  but  when  he  set  it  down 
before  me.  how  do  you  think  it  was?  Licked  as  clean  as  my 
hand.  If  it  was  n't  I  wish  I  may  be  shot.  Sa}'s  he,  What  will 
you  have,  sir?  And  says  I,  you  may  well  say  that  after  steal- 
ing my  goose.  I  then  filled  my  plate  with  bacon  and  greens, 
and  whenever  I  looked  up  or  down  the  tab^^  X  held  on  to  my 
plate  with  my  left  hand. 

When  we  were  all  done  eating,  I  saw  a  man  coming  along 
carrvin^r  a  ureat  ^ilass  thincr,  with  a  £rlass  handle  below,  some- 
thing  like  a  candlestick.    It  was  stuck  full  of  little  glass  ctips 

with  somethintx  in  them  that  looked  irood  to  e-^^t,    Savs  I.  Mis- 
^  <—  t,  • 

ter,  bring  that  thing  here — thinks  I,  let's  taste  'em.  I  found  they 
were  mighty  sweet  and  good,  so  I  took  six  of  them.'' 

Crockett  found  that  his  constituency  were  so  much  annoyed 
by  this  story  that  he  obtained  certificates  of  his  good  behavior 
at  the  table  from  three  Xew  York  congressmen.  This  done, 
he  felt  better.  Crockett  passed  two  terms  in  Congress.  The 
third  time  he  stood  for  election  he  was  beaten.  But  after  two 
years  of  retirement  was  elected  for  another  term.  During  this 
last  term  he  made  a  tour  of  the  eastern  cities,  attracting  great 
attention. 

In  Boston  he  made  a  speech  full  of  force  and  rude  eloquence, 
surprising  in  the  knowledge  which  it  displayed,  when  one  con- 
siders the  man.  explaining  why  he  had  become  opposed  to  the 
policy  of  President  Jackson.  The  fifth  time  Crockett  was  a  can- 
didate for  Congress,  he  made  tremendous  efforts.    He  appeared 


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HEROES  OF  THE  LONE  STAR  STATE. 


at  the  political  meetings  in  his  old  costume  as  a  bear  hunter, 
with  his  rifle  on  his  shoulder,  and  accompanied  by  his  three 
famous  bear  dogs.  He  made  funny  speeches  and  gave  away 
whisky  like  water.    But  all  in  vain.    His  constituency  could 


COLONEL  DAVID  CROCKETT. 


not  forgive  him  for  going  back  on  Andrew  Jackson.  He  was 
beaten.  He  was  terribly  crushed  by  the  defeat.  Bear  hunting 
and  pioneer  life  had  lost  their  charm.  To  drown  his  sorrow, 
he  determined  to  join  the  adventurers  who  were  thronging  tp 
the  state  of  Texas. 


IXDIAX  TRAGEDIES  AXD  ROMAXCES. 


617 


His  head-quarters  were  at:.  San  Antonio.  Early  in  tlie 
month  of  February,  1836,  Santa  Anna,  at  the  head  of  a  large 
Mexican  army,  appeared  before  the  town.  The  defenders  of 
the  place,  seeing  that  they  were  being  surrounded,  withdrew  to 
the  fortress  of  Alamo,  just  outside  the  town  of  San  Antonio. 
Crockett  and  a  few  followers  constituted  a  most  important  part 
of  the  garrison,  which  consisted  of  only  one  hundred  and  fifty 
bold  and  desperate  men.  Over  the  battlements  they  unfurled  an 
immense  flag  of  thirteen  stripes,  and  with  a  large,  white  star  of 
fi\'e  points  surrounded  by  the  letters  of  the  word  Texas." 

The  Alamo,  at  that  time,  consisted  of  a  chapel,  seventy-five 
feet  long,  sixty-two  feet  wide,  and  twenty-two  and  a  half  feet 
high,  surrounded  by  walls  of  solid  masonry  four  feet  thick. 
The  upper  part  of  the  walls  were  arranged  for  fourteen  mounted 
cannon.  Besides  this  building  were  two  long  and  narrow  bar- 
racks of  similar  construction,  the  walls  being  of  solid  rock. 
The  singular  structure  was  built  by  Ptoman  Catholic  mission- 
aries from  Spain,  about  the  middle  of  the  last  century,  and  was 
occupied  by  them  for  many  years.  Here,  long  years  before, 
the  tireless  priests  had  sought,  by  processions,  chants,  mystical 
emblems,  and  beautiful  ceremonies,  to  Avin  the  hearts  of  the 
Indians,  and  induce  them  to  adopt  the  true  religion.  These 
efforts  were  not  unsuccessful.  The  good  fathers  found  the 
savages  far  more  disposed  to  virtue  and  more  susceptible  to 
religious  impressions  than  the  Spanish  soldiers,  their  own  coun- 
trymen, attached  to  the  mission,  who  were  gamblers  and  rousta- 
bouts of  the  worst  sort. 

For  several  davs  the  enemy  devoted  themselves  to  rava2:in2: 
the  surrounding  country  and  picking  off  the  defenders  of  the 
fortress  by  their  sharp-shooters.  On  the  morning  of  the  6th  of 
March,  just  at  dawn,  the  garrison,  already  weakened  and  shat- 
tered by  a  bombardment  which  had  lasted  for  two  days,  were 
roused  by  the  single  blast  of  a  bugle  in  the  enemy's  camp.  At 
that  moment.  Santa  Anna's  entire  army  of  three  thousand  men, 
divided  into  three  columns,  a  certain  number  of  men  in  each  of 


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HEROES  OF  THE  LONE  STAR  STATE. 


which  carried  axes  and  scaling  ladders,  moved  forward  at  a 
double-quick  to  storm  the  fortress  simultaneously  at  different 
points.  The  cannon  from  the  fortress  rendered  but  little  serv- 
ice. The  gates  were  battered  down  and  the  enemy  swarmed 
over  the  walls.  The  outer  wall  was  abandoned,  and  the  garrison 
took  refuge  in  the  heavy  buildings  already  described.  All  this 
passed  within  a  few  minutes  after  the  bugle  sounded. 

"  The  early  loss  of  the  outer  wall,  so  thinly  manned,  was 
inevitable ;  and  it  was  not  until  the  garrison  became  more  con- 
centrated, that  the  main  struggle  began.  They  were  more  com- 
pact as  to  space,  but  not  as  to  unity,  for  there  was  no  communi- 
cation between  the  buildings,  nor  often  between  rooms.  There 
was  now  no  retreat  from  point  to  point;  each  group  of  defenders 
had  to  fight  and  die  in  the  den  in  which  it  was  brought  to  bay. 
The  struggle  was  made  up  of  a  series  of  separate  and  desperate 
combats,  often  hand  to  hand,  between  squads  of  the  garrison 
and  bodies  of  the  invaders.  From  without,  the  Mexicans 
concentrated  the  fire  of  all  their  cannon  upon  the  openings  in 
the  walls.  Within  was  the  roar  of  the  musketry,  the  cries 
and  curses  of  the  maddened  men,  the  deadly  stabs  given  and 
received,  the  floors  flowing  with  blood  and  encumbered  with 
heaps  of  corpses. 

The  contest  was  too  unequal.  Little  by  little  the  sepa- 
rate squads  of  Texans  were  butchered  in  the  rooms  in  which 
they  had  taken  refuge.  Only  six  men  of  the  entire  garrison 
remained  alive.  Of  these  David  Crockett  was  one.  He  stood 
in  the  corner  of  the  room  like  a  lion  at  bay.  Twenty  Mexi- 
cans lay  dead  at  his  feet.  His  few  comrades,  too,  had  fallen, 
and  lay  in  death,  their  hands  still  clenching  the  hair  and  throats 
of  their  enemies.  As  the  Mexicans  poured  in  upon  him,  the 
brave  man  still  fought,  his  eyes  flashing  fire,  his  shattered 
rifle  in  his  right  hand,  and  in  his  left  a  gleaming  bowie-knife 
dripping  with  blood.  His  face  was  covered  with  blood  from  a 
gash  in  his  forehead. 

He  was  seized,  disarmed,  and,  with  live  other  prisoners,  also 


INDIAN  TRAGEDIES  AXD  ROMANCES,  619 

captured  alive  in  different  portions  of  the  fortress,  taken  to 
the  spot  where  Santa  Anna  was  standing.  The  Mexican  com- 
mander cried  out,  "  Kill  them !  kill  them  on  the  spot !" 
Instantly  a  dozen  swords  were  uplifted.  Crockett,  at  that 
moment,  sprang  like  a  tiger  at  the  throat  of  Santa  Anna,  but, 
before  he  could  reach  him,  a  fatal  thrust  pierced  his  heart,  and 
he  fell  without  a  word.  There  still  remained,  hovvever,  upon 
his  brow  the  frown  of  indignation,  and  his  lip  was  curled  with 
a  smile  of  defiance  and  scorn. 


THE  FIGHTING  PARSON. 

Andrew  Jackson  Potter  was  born  in  Chariton  county,  Mis- 
souri, April  3,  1830.  His  parents  were  from  Kentucky,  and 
settled  finally  in  what  is  now  called  Gentry  county,  where  he 
spent  his  childhood  days.  His  father  died  in  1840.  The  boy 
was  nimble,  fearless,  self-reliant,  and  at  an  early  age  earned  a 
distinction  as  rider  at  horse  races.      Andy's  horse  always  won." 

At  the  beginning  of  the  Mexican  war  he  entered  the  army, 
but  was  rejected  because  he  was  under  size.  In  a  few  days 
he  was  employed  as  teamster  in  a  wagon  train  of  army  sup- 
plies destined  for  Santa  Fe.  About  the  fifth  night  after  leaving 
Fort  Leavenworth  the  caravan  was  attacked  by  the  Indians. 
One  man  was  killed  by  a  ball  which  passed  through  Potter's 
clothes. 

A  day  or  two  afterward  two  Indians  traveled  with  the  teams 
all  afternoon.  In  the  evening  three  others  of  friendly  bearing 
appeared.  The  next  day,  two  or  three  small  groups  fell  in  with 
the  train.  Suddenly  a  band  of  Cheyenne  warriors  with  drawn 
bows  surrounded  the  train.  The  drivers,  terror-stricken,  hud- 
dled together  behind  the  wagons.  Potter  stole  toward  a  pony 
grazing  at  the  road-side  intending  to  mount  the  animal  and 
fly  when  the  killing  commenced.  The  capture  ended,  how- 
ever, by  the  savages  loading  themselves  with  merchandise  from 


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HEROES  OF  THE  LONE  STAR  STATE. 


the  wagons,  and  leaving  the  train  to  proceed  without  other 
damage. 

A  month  afterward  a  more  serious  attack  was  made  on  them. 
While  the  teamsters  were  eating  supper,  the  war  whoop  and  a 
shower  of  arrows  signaled  them  to  arms.  The  train-master  had 
drilled  his  men,  fifty  in  number,  armed  with  flint-locks,  to  form 
for  the  defensive  in  two  divisions,  the  first  to  deliver  their  fire 
when  ordered,  and  while  they  reloaded,  the  other  company  to 
fire.  By  this  method  the  savages  were  given  a  hot  reception,  and 
in  an  hour  or  so,  withdrew  across  the  river,  leaving  a  number 
of  ponies  and  pools  of  blood  as  evidence  of  their  loss.  At  the 
first  volley  fired  Potter  dropped,  as  his  comrades  thought  dead. 
But  the  old  blunderbuss  of  a  gun  had  merely  kicked  him  over. 
The  sight  and  danger  of  savages  soon  lost  their  terror,  and 
(lunting  excursions  were  indulged  in  by  the  less  cautious  of  the 
company. 

On  one  occasion  Potter  found  himself  alone.  While  leisurely 
letting  his  mule  graze  he  discovered  a  number  of  Indians  stealing 
along  to  cut  him  off  from  the  teams.  Quick  as  thought,  leaping 
from  a  prostrate  position,  he  w^as  on  the  mule  and  slashing  his 
spurs  into  its  sides.  He  thrashed  the  frightened  brute  wildly 
with  his  fists.  In  his  insane  haste  to  mount,  he  failed  to  catch 
the  reins,  which  had  been  lengthened  to  let  the  mule  graze.  It 
happened  that  the  animal  was  headed  toward  the  wagons,  and 
the  rider  had  nothing  to  do  but  to  kick  and  pound,  and  the 
mule  nothing  to  do  but  run.  And  they  were  at  it,  each  to  the 
last  extent  of  strength.  The  rider  had  been  trained  to  race, 
and  had  always  won.  The  mule  was  being  trained  at  a  fearful 
rate.  They  sped  through  brush  and  rocks  and  logs.  Every 
leap  seemed  unto  death.  Potter,  yet  daring  danger  at  every 
step,  swept  on  and  on.  Arrows  grazed  him  every  moment. 
The  savages,  yelling,  were  at  his  very  heels.  They  had  been 
leveling  their  lances  for  a  mile,  preparing  to  hurl  them  at  him. 
He  was  barely  beyond  their  reach.  A  few  yards  to  his  right, 
they  were  abreast  of  him !    A  moment  more,  dead  or  safe !  A 


jyniAN  tragJedies  asD  eomaxcrs. 


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gully  momentarily  hindered  those  who  were  in  the  act  of  strik- 
ing him  down.    A  turn  in  the  trail,  and  he  was  in  the  camp. 

Potter  abandoned  ox-driving  in  April,  1851,  and  took  the 
position  of  interpreter,  guide,  property  man,  and  generalissimo 
of  a  company  of  Mormons.  His  outfit  vras  a  musket,  knife, 
revolver,  and  mule.  The  first  night  the  Mexicans  stole  the 
mule.  The  Mormons  turned  pale  at  the  rage  of  their  guide. 
Mounted  on  a  borrowed  horse,  he  galloped  away  at  early 
dawn  to  recover  his  property.  He  made  an  exhaustive  search 
through  the  region  before  he  found  four  greasers  surrounding 
the  animal  and  trying  to  "rope  it."  He  dashed  into  their 
midst  with  his  "  pepper-box  "  revolver  and  shot  one  dead.  The 
other  three  made  at  him  w^ith  their  knives.  For  ten  minutes 
he  was  the  busiest  man  alive,  but  kept  their  blades  out  of  his 
body,  if  not  his  clothes.  Well-nigh  dead  with  exhaustion  from 
the  terrible  struggle,  he  at  length  wounded  two  and  the  other 
fled.  His  Mormon  employes  saw  the  fight  from  a  distance, 
and  greeted  the  victor  with  a  triumphant  reception. 

As  a  Mormon  escort,  Potter  was  not  happy,  so  he  took  a 
number  of  men  and  made  his  way  to  the  mines  of  Arizona, 
where  they  gathered  a  quantity  of  precious  metal.  But  game 
was  scarce,  and  the  Apaches  were  harassing.  With  seven 
picked  men  Potter  made  a  journey  of  a  thousand  miles,  to  San 
Antonio,  Texas.  He  was  now  of  age,  with  an  iron  constitution, 
and  a  frame  of  the  finest  and  most  powerful  build.  His  splen- 
did muscles,  compacted  by  a  hardy  frontier  life,  were  perfect. 
His  courage  was  superb ;  yet  under  this  cover  of  brawn  and  in 
this  gnarled  and  knotty  creature,  throbbed  a  heart  of  womanly 
tenderness.  Frank,  peaceable,  kind-hearted,  generous,  brave,  he 
was  universally  popular. 

At  a  Methodist  camp-meeting  he  became  a  Christian.  It 
was  from  midnight  to  noon  with  him  in  an  instant.  His  Chris- 
tianity was  of  the  "  Andrew  Jackson"  type,  through  and  through, 
and  well  adapted  to  the  purposes  of  the  locality.  A  religious 
old  gentleman  had  a  tract  of  timber  land  which  was  being  taken 


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HEROES  OF  THE  LONE  STAR  STATE. 


by  a  saw-mill  man  in  spite  of  all  the  remonstrances,  threats, 
and  persuasions  that  could  be  made.  One  day  the  injured 
neighbor  came  out  and  related  his  grievance  to  Potter.  The  job 
suited  him.  lie  was  a  peace-maker.  The  two  called  on  the 
trespassing  bully.  Potter  stated  the  case  in  his  quiet  way,  and 
said,  "  Pay  for  what  you  have  taken  and  stop."    It  was  done. 

This  little  incident  is  a  hint  at  a  marvelous  faculty  which  he 
possessed  when  aroused  or  enraged.  He  spoke  in  a  low  tone, 
which  gave  each  word  the  emphasis  of  a  sledge-hammer.  His 
look,  manner,  and  tone  at  such  a  time  would  instantly  assuage 
the  fury  of  the  fiercest  ruffian.  In  Texas,  they  said,  Potter's 
man  always  w^hips."  The  Church  people,  especially,  gave  him 
a  liberal  share  of  the  various  burdens. 

On  a  stormy  evening  he  was  called  to  see  a  pugnacious  old 
Dutchman  who  had  come  home  drunk,  beaten  his  wife  horri- 
bly, and  driven  his  family  out  in  the  storm.  This  was  in  Pot- 
ter's line.  He  went,  pleased  that  so  much  of  his  border  expe- 
rience was  available  in  religious  work.  The  old  Dutchwoman 
was  found  sitting  by  a  fodder  stack  in  the  rain,  bruised  and 
crying.  The  cabin  door  was  barred.  With  one  kick,  Potter 
smashed  it  in.  He  de.nit  the  old  man  a  terrific  blow,  which 
sent  him  headlong  into  the  fire,  then  jerked  him  out,  jumped 
astride  him,  and  commenced  to  pound  and  exhort  the  old  sin- 
ner wdth  amazing  vigor.  The  response  from  the  prostrate  con- 
gregation was  so  faint  and  slow,  that  he  was  tempted  to  close 
the  exercises.  With  a  minute's  respite  and  a  sup  of  water,  the 
congregation  called  for  its  gun.  A  quiet  "  No,"  from  the  par- 
son satisfied  the  audience  that  prayer  could  not  be  answered. 
Another  intermission,  a  little  more  bathing  and  camphor,  en- 
abled the  congregation  to  yell  for  its  knife.  A  gesture  with 
the  fist  at  the  congregation  stopped  this.  When  Potter  left 
the  house  the  Dutchman  was  subdued  enough. 

In  1861  Potter  visited  the  scenes  of  his  childhood  in  Mis- 
souri. In  the  family  where  he  visited  was  a  man  who  abused 
his  wife  most  cruelly.    Guiltily  suspecting  that  Potter  might 


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623 


interfere,  he  swore  that  he  would  knife  the  parson  if  he  came 
in  his  way.  This  was  a  case  after  Potter's  own  heart.  He 
told  the  fellow  that  he  must  never  repeat  this  work.  The  man 
whipped  out  his  knife,  seized  his  gun,  and  was  about  to  fire, 
when  Potter  quietly  approached,  took  the  weapon  out  of  his 
hands,  and  pounded  him  in  the  stomach  with  the  muzzle.  The 
rufhan  stood  pitiable  and  unresisting,  saving,  ^'You  have  my 
arms,  I  can  not  fight."'  ^'  Take  your  gun,"  said  Potter,  thrust- 
ing it  at  him,  '"'and  ask  that  woman's  forgiveness,  or  you  will 
never  need  a  gun  or  knife  again."    It  was  done. 

When  the  war  broke  out.  Potter  enlisted  in  a  cavalry  regi- 
ment. He  was  a  favorite  among  the  soldiers.  Long  before  his 
commission  was  issued  he  was,  by  common  consent,  made  chap- 
lain. Among  the  cavalrymen  was  a  six-foot  Texan,  of  power- 
ful build,  overbearing,  and  quarrelsome.  He  was  a  desperate 
character.  Xo  one  cared  to  resist  any  bearable  imposition  from 
him.    He  became  the  terror  of  the  camp. 

Texan  justice  is  swift.  The  Fighting  Parson  resolved  to 
take  the  matter  in  hand.  A  crowd  gathered  around  as  he 
walked  toward  the  bully  and  shouted,  ''You  are  a  liar.  Now 
resent  it."  The  stalwart  Texan  rushed  at  his  antagonist  to 
stamp  him  in  the  dust.  A  hundred  soldiers  who  knew  little 
of  the  parson,  drew  their  knives  to  protect  him.  He  pushed 
the  rufiian  in  the  breast,  saying,  Coward,  stop ! "  The  Texan 
was  cowed  into  a  wilted  puppy. 

A  slanderous  statement  was  made  in  a  Brownsville  paper 
about  Wood's  regiment,  while  they  Avere  in  camp  at  that  place. 
The  chaplain  sought  out  the  editor  who  had  thus  defied  the 
troops.  The  sermon  was  short,  but  the  congregation  grew  pale 
and  trembling  as  it  proceeded.  The  announcement  at  the  close, 
that  the  exercises  would  be  resumed  in  half  an  hour,  when  the 
preacher  and  a  squad  of  soldiers  would  pitch  the  press  and  au- 
dience into  the  Rio  Grande,  to  be  washed  of  their  vileness, 
completed  the  conversion  of  the  congregation,  and  it  started 
through  a  back  window  pell-mell  for  a  new  field  of  usefulness. 


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HEUOES  OF  THE  LONE  STAR  STATE, 


Colonel  Debray's  regiment,  of  which  Potter  was  chaplain, 
was  ordered  to  Navasota,  in  1864,  to  join  in  the  campaign 
against  General  Banks.  On  reaching  their  destination,  the 
commissary  refused  to  honor  the  colonel's  order  for  supplies. 
After  two  or  three  failures  the  parson  went.  "Who  are  you?" 
growled  the  officer.  "A  white  man,"  said  a  quiet,  deep  voice. 
There  was  unburnt  powder  in  the  tone.  The  commissary 
glanced  at  his  customer.  "What  do  you  want?"  said  the  offi- 
cer. "  Corn,"  said  Potter,  "  and  w^e  '11  have  it  or  arrest  you." 
"  Do  n't  try  that,"  said  the  commissary ;  "  we  will  settle  this 
with  six  shooters."  "  I  am  ready,"  said  Potter.  The  corn  was 
instantly  furnished. 

In  1872  the  Fighting  Parson  was  returned  by  the  West 
Texas  Conference  of  the  Methodist  Church  to  the  Uvalde  Cir- 
cuit, in  a  wild  and  mountainous  region  of  the  State.  It  was  a 
country  where  the  settlers'  cabins  were  crowded  into  little  yal- 
Icys,  peculiarly  open  to  Indian  attack.  The  circuit  rider  was 
concluding  his  first  year  of  service  when  the  Indians  became 
very  troublesome.  He  was  on  his  way  back  to  his  home  in  the 
mountains,  after  having  attended  an  appointment,  at  the  time 
of  the  incident  about  to  be  related.  He  traveled  in  an  ambu- 
lance drawn  by  a  pair  of  small  mules. 

The  road  led  from  Frio  to  Sabbinal  canon,  through  narrow 
defiles  and  along  lonely  mountain  trails.  The  preacher  was 
armed  with  his  Winchester  rifle,  toward  which  he  cast,  from 
time  to  time,  a  satisfied  glance  as  the  road  became  more  wild 
and  lonely.  Driving  along  the  bottom  of  a  deep  ravine,  he 
saw  far  below  four  Indians  hurrying  toward  him.  His  expe- 
rienced eye  at  once  taught  him  that  the  situation  was  full  of 
danger.  He  drove  the  ambulance  into  a  sort  of  thicket,  so 
that  w^hen  the  fight  took  place  the  mules  should  not  be  fright- 
ened, and  cautiously  advanced  toward  the  spot  where  he  had 
seen  the  Indians.  He  discovered  them  crouching  near  the 
road,  expecting  his  coming.  He  instantly  attempted  to  fire,  but 
the  weapon,  being  rusty,  did  not  go  ofi*. 


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625 


At  the  click  of  a  trigger  the  Indians  turned  around,  and 
two  of  them  fired,  the  bullets  just  missing  Potter's  right  arm. 
The  latter  again  attempted  to  fire — this  time  with  success,  the 
ball  breaking  the  arm  of  one  of  the  Indians.  The  other  two 
savages  were  unarmed.  They  at  once  seized  their  w^ounded 
companion  and  hurried  away.  The  white  man  might  have 
killed  them  all,  but  his  gun  was  rusty  and  he  w^as  afraid  to  fire. 

Heturning  to  the  ambulance,  he  got  in,  and  drove  rapidly 
across  the  country.  Reaching  a  dense  thicket,  he  halted, 
cleaned  his  gun,  and  was  reloading  it  when,  looking  upward  at 
the  top  of  a  neighboring  mountain,  his  quick  eye  detected  two 
Indians  taking  aim  at  him.  He  jumped  aside  just  in  time  to 
save  himself,  and  returned  the  fire.  The  Indians,  however, 
dodged  behind  a  rock,  and  were  seen  no  more.  Potter  lost  no 
time  in  getting  out  of  the  region,  and  reached  his  little  cabin 
in  the  mountains  in  safety. 

With  this  incident  our  incomplete  sketch  of  the  Fighting 
Parson  must  terminate.  He  is,  no  doubt,  the  greatest  living 
representative  of  a  class  of  men  who  have  been  found  ever  on 
our  frontiers ;  brave  in  beating  back  the  savages ;  dauntless  in 
rebuking  the  border  ruffians;  zealous  and  successful  in  planting 
the  seeds  of  law  and  order,  of  civilization  and  religion,  in  the 
wild  soil  of  the  pioneer  heart.  The  greater  part  of  this  man's 
career,  his  encounters  with  ruffians  at  revival  meetings,  his  ser- 
mons in  desperate  neighborhoods,  with  a  pair  of  huge  revolvers 
lying  before  him  on  his  pulpit,  his  eloquent  addresses,  his  pure 
religious  zeal,  lie  outside  of  the  scope  of  this  work.  He  is  still 
living  in  Boerne,  Western  Texas,  ardently  engaged  in  his  sacred 
calling.  The  days  of  fights  are  long  since  over.  At  the  age 
of  fifty-three,  he  is  enabled  to  devote  all  his  energies  to  the 
gospel  of  peace.  .  - 


CHAPTER  XIX. 


THE  LOUISIANA  PURCHASE. 

N  THIS  country,  where  the  purchase  and  sale 
of  land — the  real  estate  business — is  such  a 
constant  factor  in  commercial  and  industrial 
activity,  it  is  of  invariable  interest  to  note  that 
a  century  ago  our  pioneers  in  statecraft  con- 
summated the  greatest  real  estate  deal  that  was 
ever  known,  area,  natural  wealth  of  the  transferred  land,  and 
effect  on  national  affairs  being  considered.  Imagination  fails 
in  the  effort  to  conceive  how  different  might  have  been  the 
whole  course  of  world  history,  international  relations  and 
American  progress  if  that  huge  trade  had  not  been  made 
between  Jefferson,  the  great  Democrat,  and  Bonaparte,  the 
great  Autocrat. 

Today  the  tremendous  territory  thus  characterized  as  the 
Louisiana  Purchase  is  divided  into  fourteen  populous  and 
prosperous  commonwealths,  component  parts  of  the  Pioneer 
Nation,  dotted  with  cities,  towns  and  happy  homes,  netted  with 
railways,  fruitful  in  the  production  of  what  man  finds  most 
useful  and  beneficial,  and  the  republic  has  joined  with  the 
world  to  celebrate  the  event,  in  befitting  manner,  as  is  related 
in  a  succeeding  chapter. 

But  there  were  men,  even  centuries  ago,  who  with  prophetic 
vision  saw  dimly  the  possibilities  of  the  future.  Scorned  as 
dreamers  though  they  were  by  their  contemporaries,  we  should 
honor  them  today  for  the  part  they  played  in  discovering  and 
exploiting;  the  wonderful  land  which  we  have  inherited.  There 


TBE  LOUISIANA  PtlRCBASS. 


62? 


are  j^ioneers  of  peace  as  well  as  pioneers  of  strife,  who  are  not 
to  be  forgotten. 

Unless  tile  narrative  be  confined  to  isolated  and  local  events 
of  daring  or  of  conflict,  it  is  almost  impossible  to  separate 
rigidly  by  geographical  lines  the  work  of  the  pioneers  of  the 
farther  west.  In  Xew  England,  ]N"ew  York,  the  Ohio  Valley 
and  the  reoion  of  the  Great  Lakes  this  condition  is  less  manifest. 
Hardy  woodsmen  of  wonderful  endurance  and  courage  moved 
into  the  wilderness  of  forest  and  river,  where  amid  savage  foes 
they  23erformed  deeds  of  prowess,  related  in  earlier  chapters  of 
this  volume,  compared  to  which  the  tales  of  knightly  gallantry 
in  the  Middle  Ages  are  hardly  more  than  nursery  tales.  But 
hosts  of  the  bravest  of  them  lived  and  fought  and  suffered  and 
died  in  a  comparatively  circumscribed  district.  A  few  hun- 
dred miles  through  the  trackless  forest  measured  tremendous 
difficulties  and  distance  for  them.  But  there  was  another 
])and  of  pioneers  who  struggled  with  the  wilderness  in  its 
larger  aspect.  Of  some  of  these  we  have  read  in  pages  past, 
La  Salle,  Tonty,  Marcpiette  and  their  fellows,  and  Fremont, 
Carson  and  their  comrades  of  a  later  day.  Let  us  add  to  the 
list  such  men  as  de  Soto,  Cabeza  de  Vaca,  Coronado,  and 
Andres  Docampo  of  the  earlier  pioneers,  and  Captain  Robert 
Gray,  Lewis  and  Clarke,  John  Jacob  Astor,  Marcus  AVhitman, 
and.  the  Mormons  of  the  later  years,  all  worthy  of  inclusion 
and  all  with  careers  of  dramatic  and  thrilling  interest. 

These  men  builded  on  a  large  scale.  Their  journeys  were 
measured  by  thousands  of  miles  instead  of  hundreds,  their 
absences  in  the  unknown  lands  by  years  instead  of  months. 
Incredible  hardships  they  underwent,  for  the  love  of  adven 
ture,  the  saving  of  souls,  the  gaining  of  riches,  three  inspiring 
motives  that  have  been  effective  stimulants  to  pioneering  in  all 
history.  In  looking  at  what  these  men  did  it  is  impossible  to 
localize  them  to  a  single  chapter,  for  their  wanderings  were  far 
afield,  north,  northwest  and  southwest  variously.  So  it  is  with 
some  degree  of  arbitrary  choice  that  each  is  treated  under  the 
account  of  the  particular  region  where  most  of  his  conspicuous 
work  was  done. 


THE  LOUISIANA  PURCHASE. 


Two  thoughtful,  earnest  students  of  American  history,  A. 
F.  Bandelier  and  Charles  F.  Lummis,  have  labored  for  many 
years  to  do  justice  to  the  name  and  work  of  some  almost  for- 
gotten pioneers,  and  to  them  an  acknowledgment  is  due  from 
every  lover  of  truth,  no  less  than  from  the  present  writer,  who 
has  found  in  their  pages  matter  almost  inaccessible  elsewhere. 
Let  us  accept  the  picturesque  phrase  of  Mr.  Lummis,  and  note 
Alvar  Nunez  Cabeza  de  Vaca,  "the  first  American  traveler," 
and  Andres  Docampo,  "the  man  who  walked  farther  on  this 
continent  than  any  other.''  And  both  of  these  demand  atten- 
tion here  because  parts  of  their  marvellous  journeys  were  made 
in  what  long  afterward  became  the  Louisiana  Purchase. 

Cabeza  de  Vaca,  "head  of  a  cow"  it  means,  was  a  Spaniard, 
born  about  the  time  of  the  first  voyage  of  Columbus  to  Amer- 
ica. He  was  treasurer  of  the  expedition  under  Narvaez  which 
left  Spain  in  1527  to  colonize  Florida.  A  year  later  they  came 
to  disaster  in  Florida,  and  finally  the  remnants  of  the  party 
built  boats  on  the  coast  west  of  TamjDa,  hoping  to  follow 
around  the  shore  of  the  Gulf,  and  ultimately  reach  the  Spanish 
settlements  in  Mexico.  Misfortune  pursued  them,  boats  were 
wrecked,  men  were  drowned,  arms,  clothing  and  provisions 
were  lost.  At  last  the  fourteen  survivors  found  themselves 
spending  a  Avinter  on  an  island  on  the  coast  somewhere  west  of 
the  mouth  of  the  Mississippi  River.  In  the  spring  plans  for 
escape  were  made,  and  eleven  started,  leaving  three  behind 
who  were  too  sick  to  travel.  One  of  the  three  soon  died,  and 
one  wandering  away  was  never  heard  of  again.  Vaca  alone 
lived  to  return  and  tell  his  tale.  The  other  party  was  captured 
and  all  slain  but  three  who  were  enslaved.  These  three,  ulti- 
mately escaping,  at  last  met  Vaca  again  in  1534,  and  these  four 
were  the  sole  survivors  of  the  450  who  had  sailed  from  Spain 
on  the  expedition  of  conquest. 

For  nearly  six  years  Vaca  had  lived  alone  with  the  Indians, 
who  had  been  surprisingly  kind  to  him  at  all  times.  He  had 
become  a  trader  between  the  tribes  as  well  as  a  doctor,  and 
they  highly  prized  his  services.  In  his  lonely  trading  expedi- 
tions he  tramped  over  thousands  of  miles  of  trackless  wilder- 


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ness  in  the  lower  Mississippi  Valley.  He  was  the  first  white 
man  who  saw  the  buffalo.J:hen  roaming  in  countless  thousands, 
and  he  learned  much  of  the  beauty  and  richness  of  the  great 
country  over  which  he  was  traveling.  Finally  the'  four  wan- 
derers met  in  what  is  now  Texas,  and  by  the  use  of  their 
assumed  medical  skill,  pretended  incantations,  and  the  friend- 
ship of  the  Indian  tribes,  they  painfully  tramped  across  the 
plains  and  far  into  Mexico,  where  they  came  once  more  to 
Spanish  settlements.  Vaca  was  therefore  the  first  white  man 
to  cross  the  continent,  and  this  was  nearly  100  years  before  the 
Pilgrim  Fathers  landed  from  the  Mayflower  at  Plymouth  Rock. 

Another  of  those  brave  old  Spanish  pioneers,  of  whom  we 
know  comparatively  little,  because  of  the  fact  that  our  interest 
has  been  so  largely  directed  to  the  development  from  the 
British  colonies  of  the  northeastern  coast,  was  Francisco  Vas- 
quez  de  Coronado.  Lummis  considers  him  the  greatest  ex- 
plorer that  ever  trod  the  northern  continent,  though  his 
explorations  brought  to  himself  only  disaster  and  bitterness.'' 

Like  most  of  the  other  Spanish  explorers  who  traversed 
parts  of  what  we  know  as  the  Louisiana  Territory,  Coronado 
began  his  wonderful  journey  far  to  the  southward  in  Mexico, 
that  richest  of  the  Spanish  colonies  in  IN^orth  America.  He 
was  a  young  man,  and  governor  of  one  of  the  Mexican  pro- 
vinces when  in  1539  a  wandering  missionary  returning  from  a 
journey  to  the  Arizona  and  New  Mexico  of  today,  brought 
rumors  of  seven  rich  cities  w^here  gold  was  plentiful,  in  the 
land  he  had  visited.  At  once  Coronado  was  put  in  command 
of  a  little  army  of  250  men  to  colonize  these  rich  lands,  and 
they  moved  northeastward  toward  the  unknown.  The  expedi- 
tion traversed  Arizona  and  New  Mexico,  visited  the  Grand 
Canyon  of  the  Colorado,  fought  with  the  Indians,  and  endured 
many  hardships. 

In  the  spring  of  1541,  lured  by  the  fable  of  Quivira — an 
Indian  city  where  all  was  pure  gold— he  sent  all  but  thirty  of 
kis  men  back  to  Mexico,  and  with  this  little  remainder  Coron- 
ado marched  right  on  to  the  northeast  across  the  plains.  Texas 
and  the  Indian  Territory  of  today  were  traversed,  the  Arkansas. 


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river  was  crossed,  and  tlie  march  never  ended  till  tlie  party 
had  reached  northeastern  Kansas,  truly  a  tremendous  journey 
from  the  little  post  far  southwest  on  the  Gulf  of  California 
from  which  they  had  started.  Then  they  marched  all  the  way 
back  again,  with  little  in  the  nature  of  immediate  or  tangible 
results  to  show  for  the  brave  undertaking. 

One  of  the  companions  of  Coronado  on  this  expedition  to 
the  vicinity  of  Kansas  City  was  a  good  priest  named  Fray 
Padilla.  He  with  the  others  suffered  privations,  want  of  food 
and  water,  and  the  treachery  of  false  guides.  But  when  the 
party  had  once  more  returned  to  the  Spanish  outpost  in  I^ew 
Mexico,  Fray  Padilla  decided  that  he  should  be  a  missionary 
among  the  plains  Indians  whom  he  had  just  visited.  In  order 
to  return  to  his  chosen  field  of  labor  he  took  with  him  three 
other  Spaniards,  headed  by  Andres  Docampo,  a  soldier,  and  a 
few  Mexican  boys.  They  marched  a  weary  journey  of  more 
than  a  thousand  miles,  across  New  Mexico,  Colorado  and 
Kansas,  following  most  of  the  way  the  route  that  was  after- 
wards known  as  the  Santa  Fe  Trail,  and  now  is  the  Santa  Fe 
Railway. 

At  last  in  1542,  in  eastern  Kansas,  they  reached  a  place 
where  Coronado  had  erected  a  cross  in  a  village  of  friendly 
Indians,  and  there  the  mission  was  started.  After  a  time  the 
pioneers  moved  on  to  another  village  that  proved  hostile. 
Fray  Padilla  was  killed  by  the  Indians,  who  cast  his  body  into 
a  pit  and  heaped  it  over  with  stones.  And  this  martyrdom  of 
a  Spanish  explorer  in  the  heart  of  the  continent  was  but  fifty 
years  after  the  first  voyage  of  Columbus,  and  sixty-five  years 
before  the  planting  of  the  first  English  colony  on  the  Atlantic 
coast  at  Jamestown. 

After  the  death  of  their  missionary  leader,  Docampo  and  his 
companions  were  enslaved  for  ten  months  during  which  they 
suffered  many  hardships  and  cruelties.  Finally  they  escaped, 
and  then  began  the  most  wonderful  walk  on  record.  "  For 
more  than  eight  years,"  says  Mr.  Lummis,  "  they  wandered  on 
foot,  unarmed  and  alone,  up  and  down  the  inhospitable  plains, 
enduring  incredible  privations  and  dangers.    At  last,  after 


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those  thousands  of  footsore  miles,  they  Avalkecl  into  the  Mexican 
toAvn  of  Tampico  on  the  great  Gulf.  They  were  received  as 
those  come  back  from  the  dead.  We  lack  the  details  of  that 
grim  and  matchless  ^valk,  but  it  is  historically  established."" 

Another  of  the  brave  old  Spanish  pioneers  was  Juan  de 
Onate,  a  Avealthy  and  energetic  young  man  whose  home  was  at 
Zacatecas,  Mexico.  He  had  aspirations  to  explore  the  great 
country  to  the  northward,  and  at  his  own  expense  he  organized 
a  colonizing  expedition  with  two  hundred  soldiers,  women  and 
children,  and  herds  of  sheep  and  cattle.  He  took  formal  pos- 
session of  Xew  Mexico  in  1598,  two  years  later  made  a  journey 
far  into  what  is  now  Xebraska,  and  in  1605  marched  westward 
to  the  Gulf  of  California  and  back  to  his  Xew  Mexican  head- 
quarters. It  was  in  that  year  that  he  founded  the  city  of  Santa 
Fe.  present  capital  of  Xew  Mexico,  and  now  the  second  oldest 
settlement  in  the  United  States,  antedated  only  by  St.  Augus- 
tine. All  of  this  immense  achievement  in  the  exploration  of 
the  heart  of  the  continent  had  been  accom23lished  by  the 
Spanish  before  the  English  had  penetrated  beyond  the  narrow 
strip  of  low  land  along  the  Atlantic  where  their  first  landings 
had  Ijeen  made. 

A  century  after  the  Spanish  Pioneers  had  made  these 
earliest  expeditions  into  large  parts  of  what  later  became  the 
Louisiana  Territory,  entering  it  either  from  the  far  southwest 
or  from  the  Gulf  of  Mexico,  French  explorers  of  similar  energy, 
courage  and  persistence  carried  on  their  wonderful  labors  in 
the  same  field,  entering  it  either  from  the  northeast  or,  by  way 
of  the  Mississippi  River,  from  the  south.  We  have  read  in 
earlier  pages  of  Marquette,  Tonty,  La  Salle,  Joliet  and  their 
companions;  of  their  perils  by  sea  and  lake  and  river  and 
land;  of  their  struggles  with  privation,  cold,  and  hostile 
Indians.  AVe  have  read  how  La  Salle  set  up  his  cross  at  the 
mouth  of  the  Mississippi  River,  with  the  metal  plate  bearing 
the  arms  of  France,  Avhile  Avith  volleys  of  musketry  and  shouts 
of  loyalty  to  their  monarch,  he  and  his  men  took  formal  pos- 
session of  the  entire  vast  territory  watered  by  the  great  river 
and  its  myriad  triljutaries.    To  this  region  of  unknown  eztent, 


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twice  as  large  as  France,  Germany  and  Spain  combined,  lie 
gave  the  name  of  Louisiana,  in  lionor  of  Louis  XIY,  then  the 
reigning  sovereign  of  his  native  land.  Then  came  the  misfor- 
tunes of  his  later  years — the  voyage  of  La  Salle  from  France  to 
seek  the  delta  of  the  great  river,  the  landing  by  error  on  the 
Texas  coast,  the  desertion  of  the  shipmaster  who  returned  to 
France  to  abuse  the  ear  of  the  king  with  false  tales,  and  finally 
the  assassination  of  the  great  discoverer. 

But  this  was  not  the  end  of  French  pioneering  in  Louisiana. 
Ten  years  after  La  Sailers  death,  an  expedition  was  fitted  out 
in  France  to  renew  the  effort  to  colonize  the  Mississippi  Valley. 
Sieur  Lemoyne  d^ Iberville  was  placed  in  command,  by  the 
king.  He  was  one  of  the  eleven  sons  of  Baron  Longueuil  of 
Canada,  all  brave  men  and  conspicuous  in  the  colonial  wars 
between  the  French  and  the  English.  In  the  party  was  a 
priest  who  had  been  with  La  Salle  in  his  ill-fated  undertaking, 
and  he  it  was  who  noticed  the  outflow  of  the  muddy  current  of 
the  Mississippi  into  the  clear  waters  of  the  Gulf,  and  so  saved 
dTberville  from  making  the  mistake  of  his  eminent  predecessor. 
They  turned  up  the  river,  and  soon  found  Indians  who  had 
cloaks  which  La  Salle  had  given  them,  and  relics  which  the 
priest  had  left  in  1682,  seventeen  years  before. 

This  dTberville,  and  his  brother,  Bienville,  made  successive 
voyages  to  the  new  country,  and  were  the  real  founders  of  the 
French  colonial  settlement  in  lower  Louisiana.  One  post  was 
established  on  Biloxi  Island,  then  moved  to  Mobile  Bay,  and 
finally  shifted  to  a  permanent  place  at  the  present  site  of  the 
city  of  Mobile,  in  1701.  One  year  before,  a  post  had  been 
'  established  on  the  Mississij)pi  River  some  forty  miles  below  the 
present  city  of  New  Orleans,  and  this  was  the  first  settlement 
made  within  the  limits  of  the  present  state  of  Louisiana.  For 
a  number  of  years,  as  the  settlement  of  the  lower  Mississippi 
Valley  advanced,  Bienville  was  an  influential  figure,  being  two 
or  three  times  governor  when  in  favor  with  the  Court  at  Paris^ 
and  again  superseded  when  some  other  favorite  rose. 
.  Now  comes  forward  into  prominence  the  figure  of  John 
Law,  that  most  fascinating  character,  whose  name  has  entered 


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history  as  tlie  one  who  made  *•  The  Mississippi  Bubble."  Such 
an  imjDortant  influence  his  work  was,  in  the  actual  settlement  of 
the  Louisiana  Territory,  that  it  must  be  recorded  here  among 
the  labors  of  the  Pioneers,  who  underwent  more  personal  hard- 
ships, but  were  no  more  active  in  the  development  of  the  great 
region. 

John  Law  was  a  Scotchman  who  had  come  to  France  early 
in  the  century,  still  a  young  man,  after  a  varied  career  in  many 
lands.  He  was  a  student  of  finance  who  looked  to  the  future 
and  sought  to  do  things  on  the  largest  scale.  He  found  a 
nation  virtually  bankrupt,  ruled  by  the  Duke  of  Orleans  as 
Eegent  during  the  minority  of  the  king.  Law  organized  a 
great  company  for  the  development  of  the  American  territories, 
and  a  bank  to  finance  the  scheme,  the  whole  "system"  under 
the  patronage  of  the  Eegent  himself.  Law  virtually  monopo- 
lized the  commerce  of  Louisiana  and  the  fur  trade  of  Canada. 
Colonists  and  troojDS  were  sent  to  Louisiana,  Xew  Orleans  was 
founded,  the  East  India  Company  was  absorbed  by  Law's 
"  system,''  and  among  all  classes  in  France  speculation  ran  riot. 
It  was  a  veritable  orgy  of  unfounded  23rosperity  for  every  one. 

Of  course  in  time,  after  development,  the  region  thus 
pledged  for  such  tremendous  issues  of  shares  and  securities 
would  be  worth  incalculably  more  than  even  Law's  glowing 
estimate.  But  his  look  into  the  future  went  too  far.  Inflation 
was  too  rapid.  Shares  rose  to  heights  of  extravagance.  Ad- 
venturers and  fortune  hunters,  instead  of  industrious  farmers, 
were  the  colonists  who  flocked  to  the  Mississippi  Valley.  In 
a  few  years  the  beautiful  bubble  burst.  Law  himself  became 
a  virtual  fugitive,  fortunes  in  France  crumbled  away,  the  bank 
and  the  great  company  failed,  the  colonial  movement  toward 
XcAv  Orleans  was  interrupted,  the  "  system  "  was  a  ^^Teck. 

And  yet,  although  it  is  the  fashion  to  scorn  John  Law  and 
his  Mississippi  Bubble,"  calm  judgment  today  finds  him  one 
of  the  great  financiers  of  the  world,  a  man  in  advance  of  his 
time,  and  surrounded  by  a  rapacious  court  that  would  not 
countenance  conservatism  at  any  point  when  once  the  huge 
scheme  had  been  launched.     His  theories  had  their  sound 


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element,  his  hopes  were  not  all  selfish,  he  did  much  for  France 
that  merits  praise.  But  more  than  all,  he  did  much  for  Amer- 
ica. His  exploitation  of  Louisiana  brought  the  new  colony 
to  the  notice  of  the  w^orld.  Money  was  poured  into  the  enter- 
prise. Under  his  auspices  multitudes  of  valuable  settlers  came 
to  establish  homes  along  the  great  river,  and  wide  explorations 
increased  the  European  knowledge  of  the  region.  Above  New 
Orleans  beautiful  farms  and  homes  still  exist,  established  by 
one  of  Law's  German  colonial  parties,  and  now  occupied  by 
their  descendants.  John  Law  must  not  be  forgotten  when 
American  pioneers  in  the  Mississippi  Valley  are  to  be  con- 
sidered. 

In  1763,  at  the  close  of  the  great  war  between  England  and 
France,  the  French  ceded  to  England  all  of  Louisiana  lying 
east  of  the  Mississippi  River,  except  the  immediate  vicinity  of 
New  Orleans,  and  to  Spain  all  lying  west  of  the  great  river,  as 
well  as  New  Orleans  itself.  It  was  at  this  time  that  the  pos- 
sessions of  Spain  in  the  new  world  reached  their  greatest 
extent,  the  Mississippi  becoming  the  eastern  boundary  of  a 
colony  that  reached  westward  to  the  Pacific  Ocean,  and  south- 
ward countless  miles  to  the  southern  extremity  of  South 
America.  Nearly  forty  years  later,  in  1801,  in  the  readjust- 
ment of  affairs  in  Europe,  Spain  gave  back  to  France  the  part 
of  Louisiana  that  lay  west  of  the  new  nation,  the  United 
States  of  America. 

These  changes  of  title  to  the  region  which  was  the  neigh- 
bor of  the  young  republic,  and  the  fact  that  the  Spanish  when 
in  control  were  not  as  friendly  as  were  the  French  in  their 
turn,  made  much  inconvenience  for  our  own  settlements  in  the 
Mississippi  Valley.  By  the  Spanish  authorities  the  use  of  the 
New  Orleans  wharves  for  shipment  was  denied  to  the  Amer- 
ican settlers  farther  up  the  river. 

These  were  the  times  when  Europe  was  seldom  at  peace, 
and  peace  was  little  more  than  fresh  preparation  for  war. 
France  and  England  were  continually  either  in  conflict  or 
anticipating  conflict,  and  the  colonial  possessions  in  America 
always  had  to  be  reckoned  with  in  treaty-making  as  well  as  in 


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hostilities.  During  the  first  years  of  the  nineteenth  century, 
England  anticipated  the  outbreak  of  another  conflict  and  pre- 
pared for  the  occasion.  Her  greatest  strength  then,  as  now, 
was  in  her  navy,  and  it  was  plainly  the  English  policy  to  drive 
the  French  from  the  seas  and  to  make  war  upon  the  French 
colonies  that  lay  far  from  home  and  virtually  unj^rotected. 

Xapoleon  understood  clearly  that  he  would  be  unable  to 
make  successful  defence  against  that  sort  of  a  campaign,  with 
the  facilities  he  had  at  command.  He  forsaw  that  the  English 
army  and  navy  would  have  an  easy  victory  in  the  campaign 
against  Xew  Orleans,  which  would  probably  initiate  hostilities. 
Upon  the  return  of  that  force  to  Europe  he  would  have  to 
meet  a  victorious  army,  ^vith  his  own  treasury  almost  empty. 
The  treaty  of  Amiens,  under  which  there  had  been  three  years 
of  peace,  was  not  abrogated  until  May  1803,  but  several  months 
before  that  time  the  conditions  were  clearly  understood  by 
Xapoleon  and  his  counselors.  The  French  Admiral  in  com- 
mand in  the  West  Indies  indicated  in  his  dispatches  to  Xa- 
poleon  that  the  first  blow  of  the  English  would  be  struck  at 
Xew  Orleans,  and  this  information  was  immediately  placed  at 
the  command  of  James  Monroe,  American  Minister  at  the 
French  Court,  and  afterwards  President  of  the  United  States. 
NajDoleon  understood  that  the  United  States  was  quite  as 
deeply  interested  in  the  matter  as  was  France,  because  the 
closing  of  the  lower  Mississi^^pi  would  stoj:)  all  trade  by  way 
of  that  important  route,  and  would  be  a  serious  blow  to  Amer- 
ican prosperity  and  development.  At  that  time  the  French 
government  and  the  United  States  government  were  uj^on  the 
most  friendly,  terms.  Mr.  Monroe  ^vas  in  frequent  association 
with  Xapoleon,  and  in  recent  years  the  publication  of  historical 
letters  found  in  the  French  archives,  as  well  as  in  the  United 
States,  has  revealed  the  inside  facts  of  this  great  transaction  in 
the  most  interesting  manner.  From  these  letters  the  facts  of 
the  negotiations  between  the  American  minister  and  the  French 
ruler  are  taken. 

"  Unfortunately,  Mr  Monroe,  at  this  time,  did  not  under- 
stand the  French  language  well  enough  to  follow  a  speaker 


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who  talked  as  rapidly  as  did  Bonaparte,  and  the  intervention 
of  an  interpreter  was  necessary.  '  We  are  not  able  alone  to 
defend  tlie  colony  of  Louisiana,'  tlie  First  Consul  began. 
'  Your  new  regions  of  the  southwest  are  nearly  as  deeply 
interested  in  its  remaining  in  friendly  hands  as  we  are  in  hold- 
ing it.  Our  fleet  is  not  equal  to  the  needs  of  the  French 
nation.  Can  you  not  help  us  to  defend  the  mouth  of  the 
Mississippi  River? ' 

" '  We  could  not  take  such  a  step  without  a  treaty,  offensive 
and  defensive,'  the  American  answered.  '  Our  Senate  really 
.  is  the  treaty -making  230wer.  It  is  against  us.  The  President, 
Mr.  Jefferson,  is  my  friend,  as  well  as  my  superior  officer. 
Tell  me,  General,  what  you  have  in  your  mind.' 

"  Bonaparte  walked  the  room,  a  small  private  consulting 
cabinet  adjoining  the  Salles  des  Ambassadeurs.  He  had  his 
hands  clasped  behind  him,  his  head  bent  forward — his  usual 
position  when  in  deep  thought.  '  I  acquired  the  great  territory 
to  which  the  Mississippi  mouth  is  the  entrance,'  he  finally 
began,  '  and  I  have  the  right  to  dispose  of  my  own.  France  is 
not  able  now  to  hold  it.  Rather  than  see  it  in  England's 
hands,  I  donate  it  to  America.  Why  will  your  country  not 
buy  it  from  France  ? '  There  Bonaparte  stopped.  Mr. 
Monroe's  face  was  like  a  flame.  What  a  diplomatic  feat  it 
would  be  for  him  !  What  a  triumph  for  the  administra- 
tion of  Jefferson  to  add  such  a  territory  to  the  national 
domain ! 

"  No  man  living  was  a  better  judge  of  his  fellows  than 
Bonaparte.  He  read  the  thoughts  of  the  man  before  him  as 
though  they  were  on  a  written  scroll.  He  saw  the  emotions  of 
his  soul.  'Well,  what  do  you  think  of  it?'  said  General 
Bona^Darte. 

"  '  The  matter  is  so  vast  in  its  direct  relations  to  my  country 
and  what  may  result  from  it,  that  it  dazes  me,'  the  American 
answered.  '  But  the  idea  is  magnificent.  It  deserves  to 
emanate  from  a  mind  like  yours.'  The  First  Consul  bowed 
low.  Monroe  never  flattered,  and  the  look  of  truth  was  in  his 
eyes,  its  ring  in  his  voice.    '  I  must  send  a  special  communica- 


TBE  LOmSTANA  PURCHASE. 


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tion  at  once  touching  the  matter  to  President  Jefferson.  My 
messenger  must  take  the  first  safe  passage  to  America/ 

'  The  Blonde,  the  fastest  ship  in  our  navv,  leaves  Brest 
at  once  with  orders  for  the  West  Indian  fleet,  I  will  detain  her 
thirty- six  hours,  until  your  dis23atches  are  ready,'  the  First 
Consul  said.    '  Your  messenger  shall  go  on  our  ship.' 

"'How  much  shall  I  say  the  territory  will  cost  us?  '  The 
great  Corsican — who  was  just  ending  the  audience,  ^^'hich  ha<l 
been  full  two  hours  long — came  up  to  the  American  minister. 
After  a  moment  he  spoke  again.  '  Between  nations  \\ho  are 
really  friends  there  need  Le  no  chaffering.  Could  I  defend 
this  territory,  not  all  the  gold  in  the  world  would  ljuy  it.  But 
I  am  giving  to  a  friend  what  I  am  unal>le  to  keep.  I  need 
100,000,000  francs  in  coin  or  its  equivalent.  AYhatever  action 
we  take  must  be  speedy.  Above  all,  let  there  be  absolute 
silence  and  secrecy,'  and  Bonaparte  bowed  our  minister  out. 
The  audience  was  ended.  The  protracted  audience  l)etween 
Napoleon  and  the  American  minister  was  such  as  to  arouse 
gossip,  but  the  secret  was  safe  in  the  hands  of  the  two  men, 
both  of  whom  were  statesmen  and  diplomats  Avho  kneAv  the 
value  of  secrecy  in  such  an  emergency. 

"  The  profoundly  astonishing  dispatch  reached  President 
Jefferson  promptly.  He  kept  it  a  secret  until  he  could  sound 
a  majority  of  the  Senators  and  be  assured  of  the  standing  of 
such  a  proposition. 

"The  main  difficulty  that  was  found  Avould  be  in  raising 
the  75,000,000  francs  it  was  proposed  to  give.  In  those  days, 
with  a  depleted  treasury,  it  was  a  large  sum  of  money.  The 
United  States  had  millions  of  unoccujDied  acres,  but  had  few 
millions  in  cash  in  its  treasury.  But  our  statesmen,  to  their 
great  honor,  proved  equal  to  the  emergency.  Through  the 
agency  of  Stephen  Girard  as  financier  in  chief,  the  loan  neces- 
sary was  negotiated  through  the  Dutch  house  of  Hapes  in 
Amsterdam,  and  the  money  paid  to  France,  and  the  United 
States  entered  into  possession  of  the  vast  estate.'' 

Another  eminent  name  figures  in  the  negotiations  between 
the  American  President  and  the  French  Consul.  Robert 


-    '    688  mE  LOUtStANA  PmcMASE. 

Livingstone  served  as  one  of  the  later  negotiators  between  tlie 
parties,  and  contributed  his  diplomatic  skill  to  the  great 
undertaking.  The  sum  of  $15,000,000  finally  ]3aid,  included 
not  only  the  actual  purchase  money,  but  a  considerable  body 
of  disputed  claims  resulting  from  the  difficulties  that  had 
occurred  at  New  Orleans.  When  the  negotiations  were  at  an 
end,  Napoleon  is  said  to  have  exclaimed,  ^'  I  have  given  Eng- 
land a  rival!"  Clearly  that  was  one  reason  why  he  desired 
to  make  the  sale,  and,  indeed,  the  result  was  exactly  what  he 
had  foreseen.  The  extension  of  the  authority  of  the  United 
States  across  the  Mississippi  caused  the  struggle  for  the  Puget 
Sound  region  a  few  years  later,  between  this  country  and 
England. 

The  final  transfer  of  authority  over  Louisiana  territory 
was  made  in  New  Orleans  on  December  20,  1803,  in  the 
French  government  building  known  as  the  Cabildo,  still  stand- 
ing. It  is  this  building  which  has  been  duplicated  accurately, 
to  be  erected  at  the  grounds  of  the  Louisiana  Purchase  Expo- 
^  sition,  and  used  as  headquarters  for  the  State  of  Louisiana  at 
the  Fair. 

Strangely  enough,  the  people  of  the  United  States  cared 
.very  little  about  the  purchase  of  Louisiana,  or  the  extension 
of  the  national  boundaries  across  the  Mississippi.  However, 
the  westerners  of  the  day — those  who  lived  in  the  Ohio  Valley 
and  the  Mississippi  Valley — were  very  glad  to  be  freed  from 
the  annoyances  that  had  been  thrust  upon  them  by  the  foreign 
authorities  at  New  Orleans,  and  with  the  removal  of  this 
restraint  against  trade,  the*  prosperity  of  the  region  was  given 
a  fresh  impetus.  So  tempting  became  the  opportunities  for 
wealth  and  power  in  the  lower  Mississippi  Valley  that  Aaron 
Burr,  brilliant,  ambitious  and  unscrupulous,  succumbed  to 
the  enticement  and  entered  upon  the  plan  for  conquest  of 
that  region  which  ultimately  resulted  in  his  downfall  from 
influence  and  from  the  respect  of  his  countrymen. 

From  that  day  to  this,  the  story  of  the  immense  territory 
included  in  the  Louisiana  Purchase  has  been  a  record  of  con- 
tinuous and  uninterrupted  growth  and  development.  This 


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has  been  manifested  no  less  in  the  tremendous  increase  in 
population,  than  in  the  extension  of  industry,  the  increase  of 
agricultural  productivity,  the  discovery  of  mineral  wealth,  the 
construction  of  railways,  and  the  birth  of  great  cities.  Some 
of  this  work  has  taken  the  form  of  true  pioneering,  but  most 
of  it  has  escaped  the  rigors  and  perils  such  as  characterized  the 
life  of  the  pioneer  of  the  earlier  centuries.  Civilization  has 
had  steam  at  its  command,  steam  by  which  the  rivers  have 
become  highways  and  by  which  railway  trains  have  raced 
over  their  thousands  of  miles  of  track  which  ramifies  in  intri- 
cate system  through  every  part  of  the  country. 

But  even  within  the  memory  of  men  who  live  today,  there 
have  been  pioneer  feats  of  daring,  and  expeditions  of  toil  and 
hardship,  as  truly  as  those  first  penetrating  the  wilderness. 
Some  of  these  have  been  related  in  earlier  chapters  of  the 
present  volume.  The  heroes  of  the  Lone  Star  State,  and  Kit 
Carson,  are  among  those  whose  memory  is  kept  by  those  who 
knew  them  when  they  Avere  doing  their  work. 

The  facts  relating  to  the  pioneer  development  of  California 
and  the  building  of  the  Pacific  Railroads  which  unite  that 
western  region  with  the  rest  of  the  country,  will  be  related  in 
the  next  chapter.  But  we  may  appropriately  speak  here  of 
the  methods  of  communication  which  existed  prior  to  the 
building  of  the  railways  across  the  plains,  the  Bocky  Moun- 
tains, and  the  intervening  desert,  to  the  Sierra  Nevada 
Mountains  and  the  Western  Ocean.  Various  great  highways 
were  traversed  by  the  pioneers  who  moved  westward,  and 
about  them  center  a  multitude  of  stories  of  romantic  adventure 
and  daring  deeds.  The  Santa  Fe  Trail  to  the  southward,  and 
the  Overland  Trail  to  the  northward,  across  those  thousands  of 
miles  of  mountain  and  plain  from  the  civilization  of  the  Missis- 
sippi Valley,  formed  paths  by  which  thousands  of  gold  seekers 
advanced  toward  their  Golconda,  with  their  sujiplies  freighted 
by  slow  ox  trains,  fighting  hostile  Indians  day  by  day,  suf¥ering 
and  often  dying  in  the  struggle. 

Over  the  same  trails  went  the  stage  coaches  wdth  passengers, 
and  the  pony  express  with  mail,  at  a  time  when  every  driver 


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and  rider  took  his  life  in  his  hands,  so  threatening  were  the 
red  tribes  on  the  way.  The  pony  express  was  perhaps  the 
most  picturesque  of  these  pioneer  institutions.  Organized  as 
highly  as  a  mail  service  of  today,  it  provided  for  the  trans- 
mission of  letters  by  brave  riders,  with  hardly  an  interruption 
except  for  the  changing  of  the  mail  bags  from  one  horse  to 
another,  half  way  across  the  continent  at  full  speed. 

Indian  troubles  existed  in  the  northern  part  of  the  Louis- 
iana Territory,  long  since  renamed,  until  comparatively  recent 
years.  In  1873,  troubles  broke  out  with  the  Modoc  Indians 
in  Dakota  and  Montana.  A  friendly  conference  with  the 
Indians  resulted  in  the  murder  of  the  American  commissioners, 
including  General  Canbyand  a  clergyman,  and  the  punishment 
for  this  treachery  was  very  severe.  Hostilities  however,  were 
but  little  interrupted.  In  the  spring  of  1876,  General  Custer 
was  in  command  of  an  expedition  against  the  Sioux,  under  the 
famous  chief.  Sitting  Bull,  in  Montana.  Custer  and  his  com- 
mand of  three  hundred  men  attacked  a  superior  force  late  in 
June  of  that  year  at  the  Little  Big  Horn  River,  and  met  the 
most  disastrous  defeat  in  the  history  of  our  Indian  warfare. 
The  commanding  general  and  his  whole  force,  except  one  man, 
met  death  in  this  battle,  the  one  who  escaped  being  a  friendly 
Indian  of  another  tribe,  who  disguised  himself  as  a  Sioux  and 
thus  made  his  flight. 

This  was  the  period  during  which  the  Black  Hills  attracted 
a  multitude  of  gold -seekers  into  what  is  now  South  Dakota, 
and  the  mines  around  Dead  wood  won  their  fame.  It  was  the 
temptation  of  gold  that  induced  the  white  settlers  to  flock  into 
this  region,  which  had  been  assigned  to  the  Indian  tribes  as 
their  own,  and  the  invasion  was  resented  by  the  Sioux,  who 
made  their  futile  stand  against  civilization  here.  The  penalty 
the  Indians  paid  for  their  uprising  was  a  stern  one,  even  though 
the  victory  over  them  was  ultimately  won  at  such  bitter  cost. 

The  names  of  Crook,  Custer,  Canby,  Reno,  and  other 
American  commanders  gained  their  greatest  fame  in  the  Indian 
warfare  of  the  north  during  these  years.  General  Miles,  too, 
made  some  of  his  most  noteworthy  campaigns  among  these 


THE  LOUISIANA  PURCHASE. 


641 


Indians,  and  then,  turning  to  tlie  southwest,  multiplied  his 
successes  in  Arizona.  The  tribes  of  the  southwest,  including 
the  AjDaches,  the  Comanches,  and  some  others,  were  among  the 
most  warlike  of  all  with  whom  our  army  has  ever  had  to  deal, 
and  not  until  General  Miles  came  into  the  field  with  his 
untiring  energy,  his  reckless  bravery,  and  his  absolute  mastery 
of  the  methods  of  desert  campaigning,  were  those  tribes  finally 
run  to  earth  and  compelled  to  a  reluctant  peace. 

One  of  the  most  spectacular  and  picturesque  of  pioneer 
movements  ever  known  in  the  United  States  was  that  which 
resulted  when  the  Oklahoma  Territory  was  finally  opened  to 
settlers.  This  was  a  part  of  the  reservation  known  as  Indian 
Territory,  occupied  by  the  Indians  under  treaty  with  the 
United  States.  It  is  one  of  the  most  fruitful  and  productive 
districts  included  in  the  whole  extent  of  the  original  Louisiana 
Purchase,  and  for  many  years  settlers  had  been  endeavoring  to 
have  the  territory  opened  to  the  whites.  As  early  as  1879, 
Captain  Payne  organized  an  exjDedition  to  colonize  Oklahoma, 
but  his  invasion  was  interrupted  by  government  troops,  the 
leader  was  arrested,  and  the  colonists  were  scattered.  So 
famous  became  the  persistence  of  the  energetic  captain  that  he 
became  known  as  "  Oklahoma  Boomer  Payne,"  but  not  until 
the  government  obtained  a  release  of  the  region  from  the 
Indian  tribes  involved,  was  a  final  settlement  permitted. 

When  the  day  arrived  on  which  the  country  was  thrown 
open  to  settlers,  the  race  into  the  attractive  land  was  a  pictur- 
esque one.  Thousands  of  pioneers  rushed  in  in  a  single  day, 
to  secure  the  most  favorable  locations,  and  a  dozen  towns 
sprung  up  within  twenty-four  hours.  The  territory  that  had 
been  a  wilderness  one  day  was  a  populous  country  the  next, 
and  all  records  were  broken  in  the  rapidity  of  settlement  of 
Oklahoma.  It  is  true  that  these  pioneers  did  not  have  the 
same  hardshi^DS  to  undergo  that  the  ones  who  fought  their  way 
into  the  Ohio  Valley  a  hundred  years  before  faced,  but  this  is 
merely  another  variation  of  the  picturesque  form  which  the 
pioneer  settlement  of  our  country  has  taken. 


CHAPTER  XX. 


THE  GREAT  NORTHWEST. 

lOXEEES,  like  colonists,  move  in  directions  in- 
dicated liy  nature — tlie  line  of  least  resistance, 
the  scientist  calls  it — unless  some  special  influ- 
ence induces  them  to  violate  this  universal  law. 
One  recomized  tendencv  is  to  move  along;  lines 
of  latitude  instead  of  lines  of  longitude — that  is,  to  emigrate 
east  or  west,  instead  of  north  or  south.  There  are  good 
reasons  for  this.  To  chano^e  in  this  direction  is  to  meet  con- 
ditions  which  seem  more  natural  to  the  colonist,  a  similarity  of 
climate,  crops,  trees  and  grasses,  manners  of  life,  to  those  he 
has  known.  He  can  fall  into  local  conditions  and  habits,  he 
can  make  his  way  in  the  Avorld  more  easily  than  if  he  has 
entered  a  strangle  climate  vrith  all  that  this  means. 

This  is  Avhy  it  becomes  much  easier  to  induce  emigration 
from  Europe  to  the  Hnited  States  and  Canada  than  to  the 
South  American  countries  which  offer  equally  rich  material 
opportunities.  This  is  why  Texas  until  recent  years  has  been 
filled  ^vith  settlers  from  the  southeastern  states  of  the  Union, 
and  why  the  succession  of  states  west  of  the  Alleghenies — 
Ohio,  Iowa,  Xebraska  and  the  Far  AVest  have  been  jiioneered 
and  settled  in  turn  by  the  same  stock  that  made  Xew  England, 
Xew  York  and  Pennsylvania. 

Here  is  the  second  recognized  tendency — to  advance  along 
the  rivers.  So  it  is  that  in  some  degree  the  mighty  Mississippi, 
with  its  multitude  of  ramifying  branches,  has  modified  the 
other  influence,  and  has  offered  highways  by  which  the  earlier 

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explorers  and  pioneers  penetrated  far  northwest  to  the  Rocky 
Mountains  and  even  beyond. 

A  third  recognized  tendency — perhaps  better  called  an  in- 
fluence— is  to  follow  wherever  the  enticement  of  opportunity 
is  held  out,  and  if  that  opportunity  be  gold,  then  starts  the 
tide  to  flow,  whether  it  be  to  California,  to  the  Black  Hills,  to 
Cripple  Creek  or  the  Klondike,  a  tide  that  begins  with  the 
prospector — the  adventurer — and  expands  into  the  colonist — 
the  settler. 

Finally  among  those  influences  to  be  named  here  is  that  of 
desire  for  freedom,  either  of  movement,  of  industry,  of  govern- 
ment or  of  worship,  a  ruling  passion  no  less  strong  to-day, 
though  differently  expressed,  than  when  the  Pilgrim  Fathers 
sailed  westward. 

The  progress  of  settlement  across  the  continent  did  not  halt 
for  an  instant  at  mountain  barriers  or  desert  sands,  nor  did  it 
divide  suddenly  where  the  geographical  limitations  of  the 
Louisiana  Purchase  and  the  Great  Northwest  were  marked. 
So  it  is  that  as  we  speak  of  Lewis  and  Clarke,  of  Astoria,  of 
Marcus  Whitman,  and  of  the  Pacific  Railways  we  must  emu- 
late them,  and  sweep  across  barriers  as  they  did,  to  treat  the 
subjects  in  the  broader  aspect. 

It  is  to  Captain  Robert  Gray,  in  the  first  instance,  that  we 
owe  the  fact  that  we  have  a  Great  Northwest  on  the  Pacific 
coast.  Gray  was  a  Yankee  sea-captain,  born  in  Tiverton, 
Rhode  Island,  but  sailing  from  Boston  and  Salem,  Mass.,  on 
the  good  ship  "  Columbia."  He  was  the  first  navigator,  and 
this  was  the  first  vessel,  to  carry  the  American  flag  around  the 
globe,  surely  a  worthy  errand  for  a  ship  with  such  a  name. 
In  1791  Captain  Gray  rounded  Cape  Horn  and  entered  the 
Pacific  Ocean,  sailing  northward  and  coasting  from  country  to 
country.  In  May,  1792,  he  discovered  a  great  river  flowing 
into  the  ocean,  and  entering  the  river  far  enough  to  become 
assured  that  it  was  no  inlet  flow  from  the  Pacific,  but  a  huge 
flood  of  fresh  water  coming  out  of  the  unknown  land  to  the 
eastward,  he  named  it  the  Columbia  River,  and  continued  his 
voyage  of  exploration.    At  this  time  no  country  had  laid  claim 


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to  the  coast  that  is  now  known  as  Oregon  and  Washington, 
and  no  one  realized  what  an  important  bearing  upon  the  future 
of  a  nation  this  pioneer  voyage  of  a  Xew  England  sailor  would 
have. 

More  than  ten  years  later,  when  the  Louisiana  Territory 
had  been  acquired  by  the  United  States  in  the  manner  described 
in  the  preceding  chapter,  the  President  sent  out  an  expedition 
to  explore  the  new  possessions  of  the  young  Repuljlic.  This 
is  known  as  the  Lewis  and  Clarke  ex23loration,  named  for  the 
brave  young  commanders  who  piloted  it  so  successfully  through 
thousands  of  miles  of  unknown  country,  to  a  sure  destination 
and  a  safe  return.  One  of  these  men.  Lieutenant  William 
Clarke,  was  a  brother  of  that  brave  soldier,  Captain  George 
Eogers  Clark  of  Virginia  (in  spite  of  the  difference  in  spelling) 
who  conquered  the  Illinois  and  Indiana  territories  from  the 
British  during  the  Eevolution,  and  whose  exploits  have  been 
related  in  earlier  pages  of  this  volume. 

The  instructions  under  which  Lewis,  Clarke,  and  their 
party  started,  were  to  explore  the  Avaters  of  the  Missouri  River, 
cross  the  mountain  ranges,  and  descend  to  the  Pacific  Ocean. 
They  departed  from  St.  Louis,  May  14,  1804,  and  by  July  19, 
1805,  they  had  pushed  their  boats  up  stream  across  or  at  the 
side  of  the  present  states  of  Missouri,  Kansas,  Iowa,  Nebraska, 
South  Dakota  and  North  Dakota  into  Montana  to  what  they 
called  "  The  Gates  of  the  Rocky  Mountains,'"  where  the  river 
makes  its  way  through  a  tremendous  cleft  in  the  rocks.  This 
is  near  the  point  where  Helena,  the  capital  of  Montana,  is  situ- 
ated now.  Xot  far  away  the  Jefferson,  the  Gallatin  and  the 
Madison  Rivers  unite  to  form  the  Missouri.  The  voyagers 
ascended  the  Jefferson  to  its  source,  and  then,  leaving  a  con- 
siderable portion  of  the  party  to  guard  the  boats,  they  crossed 
the  mountains,  mounted  on  horses  which  they  had  captured, 
and  found  the  headwaters  of  a  stream  flowing  westward. 

On  this  stream  they  launched  canoes,  October  7,  1805,  and 
began  the  long  journey  down  stream  on  which  the  rapid  cur- 
rent bore  them.  The  river  was  the  Lewis,  a  tributary  of  the 
Columbia.    In  just  one  month  they  traversed  the  successively 


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the  larger  stream  in  which  they  found  themselves,  and  on 
November  7,  1805,  they  drifted  to  the  north  of  the  great  river. 
When  the -dense  fog  lifted  they  found  themselves  looking  out 
over  the  Pacific  Ocean.  The  river  that  they  had  descended 
vs^as  the  Columbia. 

On  December  23,  1806,  Lewis  and  Clarke  reached  St.  Louis 
on  their  return  journey.  Their  expedition  of  more  than  8,000 
miles,  covering  nearly  two  years  and  a  half,  gave  the  people  of 
this  country  their  first  information  concerning  the  immense 
extent,  vast  wealth  and  natural  wonders  of  the  far  Northwest 
Furthermore,  the  journey  had  great  significance  in  the  claims 
that  were  soon  to  arise  as  to  the  true  ownership  of  the  hitherto 
unexplored  regions  they  had  traversed,  and  the  coast  which 
had  been  their  destination. 

The  work  of  Lewis  and  Clarke  upon  this  memorable  explor- 
ation was  accomplished  with  rare  courage  and  intelligence. 
President  Jefferson  appreciated  what  they  had  achieved,  and 
as  tangible  reward  a  large  land  grant  was  made  to  each,  while 
one  was  appointed  Governor  of  Louisiana,  and  the  other, 
General  Commissioner  of  Indian  Affairs.  But  even  then  the 
journey  was  considered  by  many  at  the  time  to  be  a  needless 
and  unjustifiable  expense.  The  report  of  the  explorers  was 
not  printed  and  given  to  the  public  until  nine  years  after  the 
completion  of  the  expedition,  and  after  the  death  of  one  of  the 
leaders.  Even  then  it  attracted  little  attention  or  applause. 
Fortunate  it  was  that  the  country  had  for  president  a  broad- 
minded,  far-seeing  man  of  such  wisdom,  discretion  and  states- 
manship as  Thomas  Jefferson. 

Five  years  after  the  successful  conclusion  of  the  Lewis  and 
Clarke  expedition,  the  first  American  settlement  on  the  Pacific 
was  established  at  the  mouth  of  the  Columbia  Piver  by  John 
Jacob  Astor.  At  that  time  the  great  fur  trading  companies 
of  Canada,  the  Hudson's  Bay  Company  and  the  Northwest 
Company,  had  gained  great  power  and  great  wealth  in  the 
wilderness  of  British  America.  John  Jacob  Astor,  a  New 
York  merchant,  entered  the  same  field  of  activity  on  the 
United  States  side  of  the  international  boundary,  and  first 


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established  liis  headquarters  on  the  island  of  Mackinac  at  the 
junction  of  Lake  Huron  and  Lake  Michigan.  From  this  point 
of  vantage  he  pushed  his  trading  posts  farther  westward  across 
the  plains  and  the  Rocky  Mountains,  finally  establishing  this 
pioneer  settlement  which  was  named  Astoria.  Indeed,  he 
planned  the  extension  of  his  trading  j^osts  to  the  Hawaiian 
Islands  and  China,  but  the  outbreak  of  Avar  liet^veen  the  United 
States  and  Great  Britain  in  1812  put  a  stop  to  his  undertakings, 
and  he  w^ent  into  other  lines  of  business.  It  was  he  who  laid 
the  foundation  of  the  Astor  fortune  which  is  still  held  in  the 
same  family,  largely  invested  in  real  estate  in  New  York  City. 

The  Hudson's  Bay  Company,  always  jealous  of  intruders  in 
the  domain  of  the  fur  trade,  bitterly  resented  the  action  of 
Astor  in  establishing  this  post  on  the  Pacific,  and  at  the  first 
sign  of  the  outl)reak  of  hostilities  between  the  two  nations 
they  used  their  superior  j^ower  in  the  far  Northwest  to  swooj) 
down  upon  the  isolated  post  and  make  it  their  own.  Thus  it 
was  that  Oregon  became  a  bone  of  contention  between  the 
two  nations  and  was  a  point  of  controversey  which  required 
many  years  for  settlement. 

We  have  seen  already  how  Captain  Robert  Gray  discovered 
the  mouth  of  the  Columbia  River  in  1792  and  thereby  laid  the 
foundation  for  the  claims  of  the  United  States  ownership.  It 
is  interesting  to  note  that  England  and  Spain  both  had  vessels 
on  the  same  coast  at  the  same  time  hunting  for  the  same  river, 
and  so  near  together  that  they  met  and  hailed  each  other.  The 
second  point  in  the  American  claim  to  Oregon  was  based  on 
the  Louisiana  Purchase,  inasmuch  as  there  had  been  a  dispute 
for  many  years  as  to  whether  the  Louisiana  territory  extended 
to  the  Rocky  Mountains  in  the  Northwest,  or  across  the  moun- 
tains to  the  Pacific  Ocean.  The  third  point  in  the  American 
claim  was  based  on  the  explorations  of  Lewis  and  Clarke,  and 
fourth  came  the  actual  settlement  at  Astoria  1811.  The  fact 
that  this  town  was  captured  a  little  later  by  the  British  squa- 
dron on  the  Pacific,  and  the  Hudson's  Bay  forces  on  land,  did 
not  alter  the  original  import  of  the  settlement.  In  the  treaty 
of  1814,  which  terminated  our  war  with  England,  Astori[3 


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with  all  its  rights  was  ordered  to  be  restored  to  its  American 
owners. 

Other  points  which  bore  out  the  American  claim  might  be 
named,  but  is  sufficient  to  say  here  that  the  American  people 
thought  the  territory  belonged  to  the  United  States,  while  the 
British  government  with  equal  force  claimed  it  for  the  crown. 
Year  after  year,  the  dispute  went  on  with  little  progress 
toward  a  final  settlement,  with  controversies  arising  continually 
between  the  pioneer  settlers  on  one  side  or  the  other  in  the 
territory  in  question. 

During  the  first  half  of  the  century  it  was  very  hard  to 
induce  Congress  to  take  much  interest  in  such  remote  regions. 
In  regard  to  the  Far  West  even  Daniel  Webster,  our  greatest 
orator,  spoke  as  follows  in  the  United  States  Senate,  when 
explorations  looking  toward  the  building  of  a  Pacific  Railroad 
were  in  progress: 

"What  do  we  want  with  the  vast,  worthless  area,  this 
region  of  savages  and  wild  beasts,  of  deserts,  of  shifting  sands 
and  whirlwinds  of  dust,  of  cactus  and  prairie  dogs  ?  To  what 
use  could  we  ever  hope  to  put  these  great  deserts,  or  these 
endless  mountain  ranges,  impenetrable,  and  covered  to  their 
base  with  eternal  snow?  What  can  we  ever  hope  to  do  with 
the  Western  coast,  a  coast  of  three  thousand  miles,  rock -bound, 
cheerless,  and  uninviting,  and  not  a  harbor  on  it  ?  What  use 
have  we  for  such  a  country?  Mr.  President,  I  will  never  vote 
one  cent  from  the  public  treasury  to  place  the  Pacific  coast  one 
inch  nearer  to  Boston  than  it  is  now.'' 

But  Webster  was  not  the  only  one  who  took  this  attitude, 
and  many  of  the  most  influential  statesmen  distinctly  argued 
against  any  effort  to  extend  American  influence  to  the  Pacific. 
Senator  Benton  in  1825,  said:  "The  ridge  of  the  Rocky 
Mountains  may  be  named  as  a  convenient,  natural  and  ever- 
lasting boundary.  Along  this  ridge  the  western  limits  of  the 
Republic  should  be  drawn,  and  the  statue  of  the  fabled  god 
Terminus  should  be  erected  on  its  highest  peak,  never  to  be 
thrown  down." 

Even  as  late  as  1843,  Senator  McDuffie,  arguing  as  to  the 


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value  of  Oregon,  whicli  he  was  urging  should  be  relinqnished 
by  the  United  States  in  its  treaty  with  Great  Britain,  said: 

"What  is  the  character  of  this  country?  As  I  understand 
it,  there  are  seven  hundred  miles  this  side  of  the  Kocky 
Mountains  that  are  uninhabitable,  where  rain  never  falls; 
mountains  wholly  impassable,  except  through  gaps  and  depres- 
sions, to  be  reached  only  by  going  hundreds  of  miles  out  of  the 
direct  course.  Well,  now,  what  are  you  going  to  do  in  such  a 
case?  How  are  you  going  to  a23ply  steam?  Have  you  made 
an  estimate  of  the  cost  of  a  railroad  to  the  mouth  of  the 
Columbia  ?  Why,  the  wealth  of  the  Indies  would  be  insufficient. 
Of  what  use  would  it  be  for  agricultural  purposes  ?  I  would 
not,  for  that  purpose,  give  a  pinch  of  snuff  for  the  whole 
territory.  I  wish  the  Rocky  Mountains  were  an  impassible 
barrier.  If  there  was  an  embankment  of  even  five  feet  to  be 
removed  I  would  not  consent  to  expend  five  dollars  to  remove 
it  and  enable  our  population  to  go  there.  I  thank  God  for 
his  mercy  in  placing  the  Rocky  Mountains  there.'' 

Another  embodiment  of  the  ruling  opinion  concerning  what 
is  now  our  Pacific  Northwest  is  found  in  the  following  quota- 
tion from  the  Louisville  Journal.^  published  in  the  National 
Intelligencer : 

"  Of  all  the  countries  upon  the  face  of  the  earth,  Oregon  is 
one  of  the  least  favored  by  heaven.  It  is  the  mere  riddlings 
of  creation.  It  is  almost  as  barren  as  Sahara,  and  quite  as 
unhealthy  as  the  Campagna  of  Italy.  Russia  has  her  Siberia 
and  England  has  her  Botany  Bay,  and  if  the  United  States 
should  ever  need  a  country  to  which  to  banish  her  rogues  and 
scoundrels,  the  utility  of  such  a  region  as  Oregon  would  be 
demonstrated.  Until  then,  we  are  perfectly  willing  to  leave 
this  magnificent  country  to  the  Indians,  trappers  and  buffalo 
hunters  that  roam  over  its  sand  banks." 

Why  is  it  that  such  a  strange  and  foolish  judgment  existed 
concerning  a  country  which  we  know  now  to  be  one  of  the 
most  fruitful  and  valuable  of  all  parts  of  the  United  States? 
It  could  be  charged  chiefly  to  the  clever  work  of  the  Hudson's 
Bay  Company,  which  wanted  the  country  kept  as  a  wilderness 


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for  the  fur  trade.  The  influx  of  settlers  would  be  disastrous 
to  their  business,  and  if  Americans  realized  its  value  they 
would  strive  more  earnestly  to  bring  it  under  American  rule, 
instead  of  yielding  it  to  British  authority  which  would  save 
it  for  the  great  Company.  And  how  was  it  that  the  great 
region  was  preserved  for  Americans  instead  of  falling  into  the 
hands  of  the  British  ?  The  credit  is  due  chiefly  to  one  of  our 
greatest  pioneers  and  most  loyal  of  citizens,  the  Rev.  Marcus 
Whitman,  whose  name  and  fame  are  safe  to  be  remembered  as 
long  as  the  states  of  the  Pacific  Northwest  preserve  their 
historical  records. 

To  all  intents  and  purposes,  Oregon  was  treated  as  foreign 
land  by  the  authorities  at  Washington,  and  when  travelers 
wanted  to  journey  in  that  direction  they  were  given  passports 
by  the  Secretary  of  War,  permitting  them  to  pass  through  the 
Indian  country  to  the  Columbia  River.  It  was  chiefly  mission- 
aries to  the  Indians  who  attempted  this  long  journey,  and  to 
the  missionary  spirit  must  be  credited  the  early  settlement  of 
the  country  and  its  final  possession  by  the  United  States. 

In  1832  four  Flathead  Indians  from  the  Columbia  River 
region  came  to  St.  Louis  on  a  surprising  journey.  They  had 
heard  of  the  Bible,  and  had  traveled  all  that  distance  to  ask 
for  information  about  what  they  called  the  "  White  Man's 
Book  of  Life,''  and  to  be  taught  from  it.  Such  an  errand 
made  a  profound  impression,  and  immediately  the  request  was 
responded  to  by  the  missionary  boards.  It  was  because  of  this 
invitation  that  the  Methodists  sent  a  party  of  missionaries  in 
1834,  and  that  the  Congregationalists  followed  with  their  own 
representati\^es  a  year  later. 

Dr.  Marcus  Whitman  was  one  of  the  tAvo  who  started  to 
Oregon  in  1835  upon  a  trip  of  discovery  to  learn  the  real  con- 
ditions. He  went  only  as  far  as  Wyoming,  and  then,  having 
enough  information  at  his  command,  returned  to  New  York  to 
obtain  reinforcements.  In  February,  1836,  he  was  married, 
and  immediately  the  young  couple  started  on  the  toilsome 
journey  to  the  far  Northwest.  The  young  medical  missionary 
was  then  thirty-three  years  old.    The  party  of  which  he  was 


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651 


the  iead  made  its  way  down  the  Ohio  and  up  the  Mississippi 
and  Missouri  Rivers,  the  voyage  proving  long  and  tedious,  but 
uneventful.  Reaching  Council  Bluffs  at  last  they  soon  joined 
a  convoy  of  fur  traders  on  the  way  to  Oregon,  and  the  journey 
continued  westward  across  the  plains.  Mrs.  Whitman's  diary 
of  this  strange  march  into  an  unknown  country  is  interesting 
in  the  extreme,  and  well  repays  the  reader  who  has  opportunity 
to  observe  it  in  its  printed  form. 

In  September,  1836,  they  reached  the  trading  post  at  Fort 
Walla  Walla  and  found  that  they  must  go  on  to  Vancouver  to 
consult  with  the  Hudson's  Bay  Company  officials  who  were  in 
authority  over  the  entire  region.  The  chief  factor  at  Vancouver 
was  a  man  of  sympathy  and  feeling,  who  wanted  to  do  what 
he  could  for  the  Whitmans  and  their  cause,  even  while  pro- 
tecting the  interests  of  the  Company.  At  his  advice  therefore 
they  located  their  mission  three  hundred  miles  back  from  the 
coast  in  the  Walla  Walla  country,  at  a  place  called  Wai-i-lat- 
puy,  and  there,  just  before  Christmas,  1836,  began  the  work 
of  civilization  and  Christianizing  of  the  Indians.  The  Whit- 
man mission  was  distinctly  successful  from  the  first,  in  spite  of 
the  disaster  that  came  to  it  at  a  later  time. 

Very  soon  after  the  Oregon  mission  was  established,  settlers 
from  the  United  States  began  to  come  into  the  country.  In 
1842,  one  party  of  one  hundred  and  twenty  men,  women  and 
children  passed  Avestward  through  the  mission  settlement. 
One  of  this  party.  General  Amos  Lovejoy,  brought  news  to 
Dr.  Whitman  concerning  the  treaty  negotiations  then  under 
way  for  a  settlement  of  the  boundary  dispute  between  the 
United  States  and  England,  and  the  fact  was  immediately 
apparent  that  the  United  States  Avas  in  danger  of  losing  the 
immensely  valuable  country  now  forming  our  Northwestern 
states.  Dr.  Whitman,  fi*om  his  knowledge  of  local  conditions 
and  the  work  being  done  by  the  Hudson's  Bay  officials,  saw 
that  immediate  action  was  necessary  to  save  the  region  to  the 
United  States.  There  must  be  American  settlers  and  the 
government  must  be  made  to  realize  the  value  of  the  country. 

The  only  way  to  accomplish  this  was  for  some  one  to  hurry 


652 


THE  GREAT  NORTHWEST. 


across  the  continent  to  Washington.  Winter  was  ajDproaching, 
and  the  hardships  of  the  journey  were  appalling.  No  one  but 
Whitman  saw  the  importance  of  the  situation,  and  he  rose  to 
the  emergency.  Whitman  never  stopjjed  for  obstacles.  When 
he  came  with  his  wife  to  Oregon  he  traveled  all  the  way  in  a 
wagon.  The  English,  who  were  astonished  at  this  resolute 
attempt  to  open  up  a  passage  on  wheels  to  the  country  they 
coveted,  told  him  that  his  wagon  would  be  broken  in  splinters 
in  crossing  the  Rocky  Mountains.  Nevertheless  the  young 
couple  persisted,  and  finding  a  practicable  pass  through  the 
mountains  finally  conquered  and  reached  their  destination. 

Like  energy  was  necessary  in  the  present  instance.  It  was 
necessary  for  Whitman  to  violate  the  rule  requiring  a  sanction 
from  headquarters  in  Boston  for  leave  of  absence.  He  had  to 
leave  almost  secretly,  for  fear  some  of  the  Hudson's  Bay  officials 
would  discover  his  purpose,  and  there  must  be  no  delay  in  the 
start  or  on  the  way.  A  conference  of  missionaries  in  the 
vicinity  was  called  to  obtain  authorization,  and  they  gathered 
as  rapidly  as  possible  at  Dr.  Whitman's  post.  A  resolution 
was  passed  giving  leave  of  absence,  and  fixing  the  time  for  his 
starting  in  five  days,  which  all  of  the  missionaries  took  advan- 
tage of  to  prepare  letters  to  send  home  to  their  friends  in  the 
east.  That  night  at  a  dinner  party  in  the  Hudson's  Bay 
Company's  post,  the  fact  developed  that  a  colony  of  one 
hundred  and  forty  Englishmen  and  Canadians  were  drawing 
near,  and  the  Englishmen  openly  exulted  over  the  certainty 
that  Oregon  would  be  theirs  without  a  doubt. 

As  soon  as  Dr.  Whitman  could  get  away  from  the  banquet 
^le  hurried  home  to  j^onder  the  news.  It  was  clear  that  no  five 
days  could  be  spared.  Instead,  within  two  days  he  bade  good 
bye  to  his  family  and  on  October  3,  1842,  mounted  his  horse 
and  began  the  ever  memorable  journey.  General  Lovejoy, 
who  had  brought  the  alarming  news  from  the  east,  volunteered 
to  accompany  Whitman,  and  in  addition  to  their  guide  and 
three  pack  mules,  they  had  with  them  several  friendly  Indians 
for  the  first  stage  of  the  journey.  Perhaps  the  exasperation  of 
the  missionary  band  may  be  imagined  when  they  sent  in  their 


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653 


letters  and  learned  tliat  the  messenger  liad  been  gone  several 
days  on  Ms  journey. 

The  hardships  of  this  journey  of  thousands  of  miles,  most 
of  the  way  on  horseback,  were  tremendous.  Whitman  had  to 
face  winter  storms  and  winds,  the  terrors  of  starvation,  the 
perils  of  attacks  from  the  Indians,  and  several  times  he  nearly 
perished  from  cold  and  hunger.  In  addition, "until  he  got  out 
of  the  disputed  country,  obstacles  were  placed  in  his  way 
whenever  he  came  in  contact  with  British  officers.  He  forded 
dan2:erous  rivers  and  crossed  barren  i3lains  with  a  courag:e  and 
zeal  never  excelled  in  human  effort.  At  last  he  reached  St. 
Louis,  where  he  hastily  sought  information  as  to  the  status  of 
the  boundary  dispute.  The  Ashburton  treaty,  he  learned,  had 
been  signed  in  August,  long  before  he  left  Oregon,  and  had 
been  confirmed  by  the  Senate  in  ^^ovember  while  he  was 
floundering  in  the  snow  among  the  mountains.  But  the 
Oregon  question  was  still  open,  and  it  was  still  possible  that 
he  might  reach  Washington  before  Congress  should  adjourn. 
Even  from  St.  Louis  the  journey  to  Washington  in  mid -winter 
in  1S43  was  a  difficult  undertaking,  but  it  Avas  little  to  AVhit- 
man  after  what  he  had  already  passed.  On  he  went,  and  at 
last  in  five  months  from  the  time  of  his  departure  from  Oregon 
he  reached  the  national  capitol  before  it  was  too  late. 

Whitman  came  into  the  city  in  his  coarse  far  garments, 
buckskin  breeches,  buffalo  overcoat  and  moccasins.  Such  a 
figure  naturally  attracted  much  attention  upon  the  streets  and 
in  the  public  offices  in  Washington.  He  was  given  23rompt 
audience  by  President  Tyler  and  Secretary  of  State  Daniel 
Webster,  and  to  them  he  urged  with  native  eloquence  the 
value  of  the  Oregon  territory  and  the  importance  of  holding  it 
for  the  United  States.  Both  of  the  polished  easterners  treated 
this  man  from  the  Far  West  with  every  courtesy,  and  his 
appeal  was  not  lost  U23on  them.  Nevertheless,  so  fixed  in  the 
mind  of  Webster  had  become  the  worthlessness  of  the  region 
in  question,  that  for  a  time  very  little  headway  was  made.  At 
last  the  President,  the  Secretary  of  War  and  others  became 
convinced  that  Whitman's  attitude  was  sound,  and  a  promise 


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THE  GREAT  NORTHWEST. 


was  made  to  the  effect  that  Oregon  would  not  be  reli-nquished 
until  time  had  elapsed  for  Whitman's  return  with  a  band  of 
settlers.  He  visited  with  Senators  and  Representatives  in 
Congress  and  impressed  his  personality  and  the  merit  of  his 
plea  on  every  one. 

Whitman  next  went  to  Boston  to  report  to  the  American 
Board  under  which  his  missionary  labors  had  been  conducted. 
Here  he  met  cold  treatment,  for  the  New  England  office  staff 
little  realized  the  importance  of  the  undertaking  their  repre- 
sentative had  assumed.  From  them  he  returned  westward, 
grieved  that  he  had  been  rebuked  for  doing  what  he  believed 
his  duty,  but  firm  in  the  consciousness  that  he  had  made  no 
mistake.  Then  he  began  to  gather  his  caras^an  for  the  Far 
West.  A  large  body  of  emigrants  gathered  near  Kansas  City, 
and  others  encamped  at  Fort  Leavenworth  waiting  for  the 
opening  of  summer  to  favor  their  journey.  The  summer  of 
1843  was  a  noteworthy  one  in  the  history  of  Oregon,  for 
during  that  season  there  moved  westward  across  the  plains  and 
mountains  the  pioneers  whose  presence  in  the  Northwest  fixed 
the  American  rule  for  that  region  for  all  time.  More  than 
one  thousand  men,  women  and  children  with  their  wagons, 
cattle,  horses  and  sheep  follow^ed  Whitman \s  lead  into  Oregon 
that  year. 

As  a  result  of  Whitman's  mission  to  Washington,  and  this 
movement,  the  national  feeling  was  aroused.  Speeches  began 
to  be  made,  demanding  that  the  boundary  be  moved  far  north 
of  the  original  claim,  and  that  the  Oregon  territory  should 
become  American.  The  motto  Oregon,  fifty -four -forty  or 
fight,"  became  a  campaign  battle  cry.  It  seemed  for  a  time 
that  war  was  imminent  with  England  over  this  question. 
Nevertheless,  both  countries  saw  the  wickedness  of  war  for 
such  a  stake,  and  compromise  was  made  by  which  latitude 
forty -nine  became  the  boundary  all  the  way  to  the  Pacific,  and 
Oregon  was  yielded  to  the  United  States. 

It  is  fair  to  say  that  history  is  not  unanimous  concerning 
the  share  of  Whitman  in  saving  Oregon.  There  are  those  who 
criticize  because  he  left  his  mission  station  without  authority, 


THE  GREAT  NORTHWEST. 


655 


and  others  wlio  claim  liis  motives  were  personal  profit  rather 
than  national  glory.  But  they  have  been  little  heeded,  and  it 
is  seldom  controverted  now,  that  in  truth  by  his  foresight, 
energy  and  patriotism  Marcus  Whitman  saved  Oregon  to  the 
United  States. 

Marcus  Whitman's  famous  ride  was  made  in  the  winter  of 
1842-43.  The  following  summer  he  took  with  him  to  Oregon 
the  large  party  of  immigrants.  The  treaty  with  England  was 
signed  in  1846,  and  a  little  more  than  a  year  later  came  a 
disaster  to  Oregon  that  is  the  blackest  memory  in  the  history 
of  the  state.  On  the  29th  of  November,  1847,  the  mission 
station  of  Dr.  Whitman  was  attacked  by  the  Indians.  In  the 
cruel  massacre  that  followed  fourteen  persons  were  murdered 
and  forty  women  and  children  fell  captives  into  the  hands  of 
the  murderers.  The  Indians  who  were  guilty  of  the  massacre 
had  been  adherents  of  the  mission  or  of  the  Catholic  mission 
near  by,  and  those  who  Avere  killed  had  spent  the  best  years  of 
their  lives  in  the  service  of  the  murderers,  giving  them  every 
confidence  and  friendship.  Dr.  and  Mrs.  Whitman  hajDpily  were 
killed  instead  of  being  taken  prisoners.  The  Americans  in 
Oregon  promptly  organized  a  force  and  attacked  the  Indians, 
who  fled  to  the  protection  of  a  different  tribe.  The  guilty 
were  not  arrested  until  some  t^vo  years  after  the  crime,  at 
which  time  five  of  the  leaders  were  tried  and  hanged  at  Oregon 
City.  In  spite  of  this  terrible  blow  to  the  mission  it  was 
reorganized  afterward,  for  comparatively  few  of  the  Indians  in 
the  vicinity  had  been  implicated  in  the  massacre,  and  the  work 
of  the  Whitman  mission  and  its  successors  has  been  considered 
very  effective  in  the  Christianizing  of  the  native  tribes  of  the 
Far  Northwest. 

Since  that  time,  in  Oregon,  Washington  and  Idaho,  the 
states  properly  known  as  the  Far  Northwest,  great  common- 
wealths have  been  founded  and  great  cities  built,  industrial 
development  and  intellectual  development  have  kept  side  by 
side,  and  today  we  realize  the  region  to  be  one  of  the  most 
fruitful  and  valuable  in  the  whole  of  the  United  States. 

Far  to  the  south  of  the  Oregon  trail,  but  not  less  significant 


THE  GREAT  NORTHWEST. 


in  its  effect,  we  must  note  tlie  wonderful  pioneer  movement  of 
the  Mormons  in  Utali.  These  were  a  new  religious  community 
founded  by  Joseph  Smith  of  Palmyra,  New  York,  and  then 
established  in  Illinois,  where  they  built  a  city  named  Nauvoo. 
The  community  was  joined  by  Brigham  Young  of  Vermont,  a 
man  of  keen  judgment  and  high  executive  ability,  who  rose  to 
the  leadership  of  the  community  after  its  founder  had  been 
killed  by  a  riotous  mob.  Because  of  the  unfriendly  feeling 
existing  toward  the  Mormons  in  the  MississijDpi  Valley, 
Brigham  Young  made  up  his  mind  to  move  further  westward. 
In  1847  he  crossed  the  Mississippi,  and  not  long  after  set  out 
with  2,000  followers  for  Salt  Lake,  Utah. 

It  was  a  journey  of  1500  miles  through  the  wilderness,  but 
Young  led  the  caravan  of  men,  women  and  children  on  the 
tedious  march  across  plain  and  mountain  to  the  destination  he 
had  chosen.  The  industry  and  thrift  of  the  people  under 
Young's  guidance  soon  gained  them  a  foothold,  and  the  intro- 
duction of  irrigation  made  the  soil  productive  in  the  extreme. 
As  a  result  the  community  grew  and  prospered,  the  settlement 
became  a  city,  and  Young  was  the  head  of  a  virtual  kingdom, 
isolated  as  he  was  from  the  rest  of  the  country-  When  immi- 
gration began  to  make  its  way  across  the  plains  to  the  Pacific, 
the  Mormons  frequently  came  into  conflict  with  the  gold-seekers. 
Various  disturbances  arose,  and  the  strange  community  became 
subject  to  constant  attack  because  of  its  alien  laws,  and  its 
unnatural  practice  of  polygamy.  The  industrial  value  of  the 
work  the  Mormons  had  done  was  recognized  everywhere,  how- 
ever, and  in  later  years,  with  the  enforcement  of  laws  against 
polygamy,  the  admission  of  Utah  as  a  state,  and  the  inter- 
change of  commerce  and  settlement  with  the  rest  of  the  country, 
the  Mormon  community  has  been  less  conspicuous  for  its 
peculiarities. 

One  of  the  most  effective  influences  in  stimulating  the 
pioneer  spirit  in  the  Far  West  was  the  discovery  of  gold 
in  California.  This  occurred  in  the  spring  of  1848  on  a  fork 
of  the  American  River,  about  100  miles  northeast  of  San 
Francisco.    San  Francisco  was  then  a  little  village  of  some 


THE  GREAT  NORTHWEST. 


657 


four  hundred  inhaLitants.  When  tlie  news  of  tlie  great 
discovery  came,  every  man  who  could,  started  for  the  mines. 
The  next  spring  the  gold  fever  reached  the  eastern  states,  and 
a  tremendous  rush  of  immigrants  was  made,  across  land  and 
sea.  It  ^vas  at  this  time  that  the  railway  was  built  across  the 
Isthmus  of  Panama,  in  order  to  connect  the  steamship  lines 
running  to  the  Isthmus  from  New  York  and  San  Francisco. 
Thousands  of  men  went  by  this  route,  and  other  thousands  of 
men  went  across  the  Great  Plains,  the  Rocky  Mountains,  the 
Great  American  Desert  and  the  Sierra  Nevadas,  lured  by  the 
golden  prize  that  was  thought  to  be  awaiting  every  one  who 
reached  the  western  coast.  San  Francisco  S23rang  into  a  city 
almost  in  a  year.  Great  fortunes  were  made  and  great  indus- 
tries were  founded  as  a  result  of  this  same  rush  for  gold.  Men 
found  that  the  wealth  of  the  country  was  greater  in  its  grains 
and  fruits,  its  sheep  and  cattle  than  its  wealth  of  mines,  and 
from  that  day  to  this  California  has  lieen  one  of  the  richest 
of  American  common^vealths. 

Ten  years  after  the  discovery  of  gold  in  California,  came 
the  wonderful  silver  discoveries  in  western  Nevada.  These 
attracted  attention  second  only  to  the  gold  of  California,  and 
many  millions  of  dollars  Avere  sent  out  of  those  bonanza  mines. 
It  was  at  this  time  that  Nevada  was  settled  sufficiently  to  make 
it  a  state  in  the  Union,  but  after  the  boom  passed,  the  popula- 
tion began  to  fall  off  sadly,  and  today  this  is  the  most  back- 
ward of  all  of  our  family  of  states. 

The  trans- continental  railways  are  the  latest  manifestations 
of  the  pioneer  spirit  of  the  Great  West.  The  War  of  the 
Rebellion  showed  Americans  that  it  was  necessary  to  have 
better  facilities  for  making  connections  between  the  East  and 
West  of  this  great  country,  if  its  strength  was  to  be  preserved. 
The  people  of  the  Far  West  also  demanded  better  facilities  for 
communication,  and  their  rising  wealth  and  industrial  im^Dor- 
tance  made  their  voice  potent  in  deciding  the  important  move. 
Stimulated  by  these  conditions,  various  surveys  were  made  for 
the  trans -continental  railways  and  finally  the  United  States 
Government,  by  means  of  bonds,  land  grants  and  other  official 


658 


THE  GREAT  NORTHWEST. 


assistance,  promoted  tlie  construction  of  the  first  railway  con- 
necting East  and  West. 

It  was  on  the  lOtli  of  May,  1869,  at  Promontory  Point, 
Utali,  tliat  tlie  last  spike  of  the  railway  line  was  driven.  The 
last  tie,  of  laurel  wood  with  a  plate  of  silver,  was  laid,  and  the 
last  spike,  composed  of  iron,  silver  and  gold,  was  driven,  with 
many  onlookers.  Telegraph  wires  were  connected  with  the 
spike,  and  as  the  blows  of  the  hammer  fell  they  telegraphed  to 
all  parts  of  the  continent  the  completion  of  the  railway. 

Nowadays  we  think  but  little  of  the  tremendous  significance 
of  the  trans -continental  railway,  so  entirely  accustomed  to  it 
have  we  become.  In  the  days  when  it  was  built,  however,  it 
was  realized  to  be  the  most  wonderful  achievement  of  the  kind 
the  world  had  ever  seen,  and  interest  in  the  event  was  uni- 
versal. Now  instead  of  one  trans -continental  railway  reaching 
the  Pacific  Coast  we  have  no  less  than  seven,  and  for  large 
parts  of  the  distance  this  number  could  be  multiplied  many 
times.  As  a  result  the  pioneer  West  is  no  longer  pioneer.  Of 
course  it  is  different  from  the  East.  Its  manners  of  life  and 
thought  are  Western,  but  its  industries,  its  commerce,  and  its 
spirit  are  national.  The  people  of  the  Northwestern  states 
are  now  organizing  a  splendid  celebration  of  the  hundredth 
anniversary  of  the  Lewis  and  Clarke  expedition,  in  the  form  of 
an  exposition  of  the  resources,  industries  and  life  ^  of  the  great 
Northwest,  to  be  held  in  Portland,  Oregon,  in  the  year  1905, 
A  j)rediction  that  this  event  would  occur,  made  at  the  time  of 
the  journey,  would  have  been  looked  upon  as  a  vision  of  the 
veriest  dreamer,  and  yet  when  we  see  what  a  century  has 
wrought  in  the  change  from  pioneer  exploration  to  a  state  of 
advanced  civilization,  we  wonder  what  another  century  may 
bring  to  our  country. 


CHAPTER  XXI 


PANAMA  AND  THE  CANAL. 


OR  more  tlian  300  years  a  waterway  connecting 
tlie  two  great  oceans  has  been  the  desire  of  the 
inhabitants  of  the  Western  Worhl.  For  two 
score  years  time  and  money  have  been  S23ent 
at  intervals  in  its  construction.  When  it  is 
completed  it  is  to  last  for  the  ages.  It  is  to 
alter  the  geography  of  a  continent  and  the  trade  routes  of  the 
two  hemispheres.  The  Panama  railroad  has  been  looked  upon 
as  the  precursor  of  a  ship  canal  across  the  Isthmus,  and  when 
the  famous  French  engineer,  De  Lesseps,  who  had  been  so 
successful  in  the  construction  of  the  Suez  canal,  actually  began 
work  in  Panama,  the  success  of  the  enterprise  seemed  finally 
assured. 

The  collapse  of  the  De  Lesseps  Company  caused  a  long 
delay,  and  for  a  time  it  seemed  probable  that  the  Panama 
route  would  be  abandoned  entirely  and  the  jS'icaragua  route 
l)e  chosen  instead. 

However,  early  in  November,  1903,  a  j^olitical  move  was 
made  on  the  international  board  which  rendered  it  certain  that 
the  great  ditch  was  to  be  dug  in  Panama.  The  de23artment 
of  Panama  had  been  up  to  this  time  one  of  the  states  of  the 
Republic  of  Colombia.  Our  government  had  found  it  impos- 
sible to  secure  from  that  nation  the  ratification  of  a  treaty 
which  empo^vered  us  to  build  and  control  the  canal.  In  this 
crisis,  p(3litical  leaders  devised  a  plan  which  would  allow  the 
great  work  to  be  inaugurated  at  an  early  day. 

On  Tsovember  3,  a  proclamation  of  independence  from  the 

659 


660 


Panama  and  the  canal. 


rule  of  Colombia  was  issued  by  tlie  municipal  council  of  the 
City  of  Panama,  whicli  was  immediately  ratified  in  Colon  and 
throughout  the  Isthmus.  A  provisional  government  was  at 
once  established,  and  this  nation  was  prompt  to  recognize  the 
new  republic. 

Although  the  history  of  the  Isthmus  of  Panama  records 
many  remarkable  events,  yet  nothing  is  more  evident  than  that 
from  the  day  of  its  discovery  the  execrable  sed  d^orS^  or  the 
"  cursed  thirst  for  gold,"  as  the  Spanish  called  it,  has  been  the 
disease  which  has  afflcted  all  who  have  been  connected  with 
the  country's  history. 

While  Spain,  with  her  almost  inexhaustible  resources,  was 
sending  her  colonists  to  the  Western  World  and  gathering 
rich  harvests  of  gold,  and  building  fortifications  for  her  pro- 
tection and  permanence,  the  hardy  Puritans  were  struggling 
for  a  simple  subsistence  by  cultivating  the  rugged  soil  upon 
the  northern  coast.  The  one  trusted  for  the  future  upon  her 
soldiers  and  her  riches,  while  the  other  established  the  founda- 
tion of  a  great  and  permanent  commonwealth  by  cultivating 
the  soil.  The  Spaniards  neglected  this,  and  after  having 
skimmed  the  mines  of  their  surface  gold  left  the  country  the 
same  almost  unbroken  forest  that  they  found  it. 

About  the  year  1510  Vasco  Nunez  de  Balboa  established 
the  town  of  Santa  Maria  on  the  Darien  gulf.  This  man,  whose 
career  was  short  but  brilliant,  had  owned  an  estate  in  Playti, 
where,  having  become  involved  in  some  difficulty  with  the 
government,  he  was  sentenced  to  be  executed;  but  he  escaped 
by  secreting  himself  in  a  bread  cask  on  board  a  vessel  about 
to  sail  on  an  expedition  to  "  capture  Carthagena,  Veragua,  and 
other  western  countries."  The  vessel  on  which  he  was  secreted 
was  commanded  by  one  Euciso,  and  was  subsequently  wrecked 
off  St.  Sebastian,  after  having  visited  Carthagena.  By  the 
energy  and  perseverance  of  Balboa,  it  was  finally  got  off,  and 
set  sail  under  his  charge  for  the  coast,  of  which  he  took  formal 
possession  in  the  name  of  the  Spanish  monarch  and  commenced 
the  town  of  Santa  Maria. 

In  the  meantime  he  had  gained  a  perfect  ascendency  over 


PANAMA  AND  THE  CANAL. 


661 


Euciso,  tlie  original  master  of  the  ship.  In  tlie  middle  of  Sep- 
tember, 1513,  he,  in  company  with  the  afterwards  celebrated 
Francis  Pizarro,  started  on  an  expedition  inland,  which  resulted 
in  the  discovery  of  the  Pacific  Ocean  and  the  founding  of  the 
important  city  of  Panama.  We  are  told  that  "  Vasco  Xunez 
bade  his  men  sit  down,  while  he  alone  ascended  and  looked 
down  upon  the  vast  Pacific,  the  first  man  of  the  old  world,  so 
far  as  Ave  know,  who  had  done  so.  Falling  on  his  knees,  he 
gave  thanks  to  God  for  the  favor  shown  to  him  in  his  being 
the  first  man  to  discover  and  behold  this  sea." 

Balboa  possessed  in  a  remarkable  degree  the  faculty  of 
controlling  the  passions  of  men,  and  no  commander  ever  had 
more  loyal  followers.  He  was  rewarded  for  his  great  discovery 
by  the  title,  without  the  ofiices,  of  Adelantado  of  the  South 
Sea,  and  Governor  of  Coyba,  and  of  the  then  Indian  settlement 
of  Panama.  But  shortly  afterwards  he  was  beheaded  at  the 
caprice  of  his  im]3lacable  old  father-in-law,  the  new  governor 
of  Darien,  who  had  been  sent  out  to  rule  the  colonv. 

Panama,  when  discovered  by  Balboa,  was  an  Indian  village, 
which  gave  place  to  the  city  the  ruins  of  which  are  now  known 
as  Old  Panama,  and  which  Avas  destroyed  by  the  buccaneers  ^ 
under  Morgan  in  1670.  During  the  prosperity  of  the  old  city, 
Porto  Bello  was  built  on  the  Beautiful  harbor,  which  its  name 
im]3lies,  about  twenty -five  miles  east  of  Kavy  Bay,  and  was 
made  the  northern  terminus  of  a  paved  mule  road  from  Pana- 
ma, which  to  this  day  remains,  at  some  points,  in  a  state  of 
tolerable  ^^reservation,  Avhile  at  others  all  traces  of  it  are  swept 
away. 

The  most  remarkable  statements  have  been  made  respecting 
this  place  as  a  depot  for  the  trade  of  the  South  American  coast. 
That  it  was  made  the  shipping  port  for  the  products  of  the 
South  iVmerican  mines  is  undoubtedly  true;  but  that  "bars  of 
silver  and  ingots  of  gold  were  piled  in  the  streets  without  fear 
or  anxiety  for  their  safety,"  we  can  hardly  credit,  although  all 
this  is  positively  asserted.  ' 

There  was  something  magnificently  ludicrous  in  the  notion 
which  the  rulers  of  Sj^ain  conceived — of  keeping  the  dicoveries 


662 


PANAMA  AND  THE  CANAL. 


of  the  immortal  Genoese  a  close  secret  to  themselves.  That 
this  idea  was  seriously  entertained  there  can  be  no  doubt.  But 
finding  that  this  brilliant  scheme  of  locking  up  the  two 
Americas  as  "  treasure  trove  "  for  the  especial  use  and  enjoy- 
ment of  the  finders  could  not  succeed,  the  Spanish  government, 
in  1524,  secured  from  Pope  Alexander  VI.  a  bull  which 
solemnly  conferred  the  'New  Indies  on  the  King  of  Spain  and 
his  successors.  This  gift  required  of  those  monarchs  all  the 
power  they  could  command  to  enforce  and  maintain,  and  they 
consequently  soon  found  themselves  in  collision  with  thousands 
of  the  hot  and  adventurous  spirits  of  Europe.  To  check  the 
audacity  of  these  trespassers  upon  his  new  dominions  the 
sovereign  of  Spain  instituted  a  coast  guard,  whose  duty  it  was 
to  capture  and  slay  all  intruders  upon  the  shores  of  the  Spanish 
Main  and  West  India  islands. 

To  aid  the  otherwise  altogether  insufficient  efforts  of  this 
guard,  the  terror  of  mutilation  and  torture  was  added,  and 
Europe  rang  with  stories,  doubtless  somewhat  exaggerated,  of 
cruelties  practiced  by  the  Spaniards  upon  the  luckless  traders 
who  fell  into  their  hands.  These  iniquities  were  returned  to 
the  perpetrators  with  abundant  interest.  The  American  seas 
speedily  swarmed  with  buccaneers,  freebooters,  consisting  of 
English,  Scotch,  Welsh  and  Frenchmen,  whose  self-imposed 
mission  it  was,  whilst  enriching  themselves  by  trade  and 
plunder,  to  avenge  upon  the  S23aniard  whatever  wrong  or 
cruelty  he  had  inflicted  upon  their  countrymen.  These 
desperadoes  soon  became  extremely  formidable,  and  the 
entire  power  of  Spain,  fiercely  and  lavishly  exerted,  proved 
utterly  insufficient  to  seriously  check,  much  less  to  put  them 
down. 

The  history  of  that  period  in  the  Spanish  Main  is  but  one 
series  of  aggressions  on  the  Spanish  possessions  by  numerous 
bands  of  these  buccaneers.  Among  them  was  one  desperate 
character  named  Henry  Morgan,  an  Englishman.  He  was  the 
most  reckless  and  bloodthirsty  among  the  thousands  whose 
passion  was  blood,  and  whose  trade  was  robbery.  After 
having  desolated  a  number  of  the  young  Spanish  towns  on 


PANAMA  AND  THE  CAJSAL. 


the  main  coast  of  the  Caribbean  sea,  he  decided  to  visit  Panama, 
then  regarded  as  the  richest  city  on  the  continent. 

Morgan  issued  a  proclamation,  calling  upon  all  the  adven- 
turers, English  and  French,  who  resided  in  Jamaica,  Tortugas 
and  Santo  Domingo,  to  assemble  on  a  certain  day,  when  he 
would  inform  them  of  an  adventure  that  would  enrich  them 
all,  and  allow  them — if  any  wished — to  return  to  England  or 
France,  and  spend  the  rest  of  their  days  in  opulence  and  peace. 

The  place  chosen  for  the  rendezvous  was  Port  Gongon,  on 
the  south  of  St.  Domingo;  and  on  and  before  the  day,  vessels 
from  all  quarters,  full  of  daring,  l)o]d  men,  were  to  l)e  seen 
entering  the  little  harbor.  Morgan,, in  his  own  twenty-four 
gun  frigate,  the  "  Kite,"  arrived  on  the  day.  He  unfolded 
his  plans  to  the  assembled  buccaneers,  and  asked  for  volunteers. 
He  was  unanimously  elected  commander-in-chief  on  land,  and 
admiral  on  water.  He  ajDpointed  a  commander  for  each  vessel, 
and  set  sail  with  thirty-seven  ships,  and  2,200  men.  Their 
course  was  directed  towards  the  island  of  St.  Catherine,  which 
they  took.  Here  they  found  three  prisoners,  who  had  been 
sent  from  Panama.  Morgan  commanded  them  to  act  as  guides, 
promising  them  freedom  and  money  if  faithful ;  instant  death 
if  treacherous. 

Captain  Bradelet,  a  Frenchman,  with  four  vessels  was  sent 
to  take  possession  of  Fort  San  Lorenzo,  at  the  mouth  of  the 
Chagres  river.  The  fort  was  taken  after  a  desperate  resistance; 
out  of  300  men  who  garrisoned  it,  only  fourteen  were  left  alive, 
the  rest  having  fallen  in  the  hand-to-hand  conflict. 

Morgan  gave  orders  to  repair  the  fort,  and  left  500  men 
for  its  defense,  and  150  on  board  the  vessels,  to  guard  the 
harbor  and  prepare  for  any  emergency.  He  loaded  about 
1,300  of  his  daring  followers  on  a  fleet  of  canoes,  and  taking 
with  him  a  few  pieces  of  light  artillery,  he  ascended  the 
Chagres  river,  amid  the  shouts  of  that  part  of  the  little  army 
he  left  behind.  The  voyage  was  perilous  and  tedious.  They 
had  little  or  no  provisions  with  them,  and  the  flying  Spaniards 
had  destroyed  or  driven  away  everything  which  could  sustain 
life.    Besi^des,  on  their  arrival  at  Cruoes,  they  found  that  place 


664  PANAMA  AND  THE  CANAL. 

* 

had  been  fired  by  the  retreating  Spaniards,  and  there  was  no 
possibility  of  securing  food.  .r- 

The  fleet  of  canoes  was  sent  back  to  Chagres,  and  the  army 
marched  towards  Panama.  In  a  few  hours  they  saw  the 
glittering  spires  of  the  city,  but  at  the  same  time  they  perceived 
a  large  ship  and  five  smaller  ones  departing  for  the  Island  of 
Taboga,  and  carrying  with  them  part  of  the  wealth  they  had 
already  counted  as  their  own.  On  nearing  the  city,  they  found 
a  large  force  of  armed  Spaniards  awaiting  their  arrival — nearly 
quadruple  their  own  number.  Morgan  addressed  his  men;  he 
pointed  to  the  ships  carrying  away  the  treasure,  but  reminded 
them  of  that  of  the  churches,  and  the  immense  sums  of  gold 
that  had  accumulated  in  the  hands  of  the  merchants;  that  the 
whole  S]3anish  army  stood  before  them,  and  that  now  was  the 
time  for  them  to  achieve  a  splendid  victory,  or  be  totally 
-      '  annihilated.  -  . 

The  Spanish  force  was  a  splendid -looking  body  of  men, 
dressed  in  silks  and  satins,  and  riding  magnificent  horses,  but 
when  the  rough,  ferocious -looking  buccaneers  had  grappled 
with  them  "their  hour  had  come.''  Of  the  Spanish  cavalry 
but  fifty  men  escaped.  The  infantry,  seeing  the  fate  of  the 
cavalry,  after  a  few  volleys,  did  not  wait  for  the  charge,  but 
began  to  run  in  all  directions,  pursued  with  tiger-like  ferocity 
by  the  buccaneers,  who  killed  hundreds  of  them  as  they  ran. 
An  ofiicer  taken  prisoner  told  Morgan  that  the  city  was 
deserted,  and  most  of  the  women,  children,  and  treasure  sent 
to  Taboga,  and  that  the  Governor  had  left  to  defend  the  place 
3,000  infantry,  400  cavalry,  and  600  Indians.  This  army  was 
defeated  and  cut  to  pieces  by  Morgan,  with  a  loss  of  two  men 
killed  and  two  wounded. 

The  city  of  Panama  fell  into  his  hands  after  a  battle  of  tw^ 
hours.  He  sent,  under  the  command  of  an  English  captain,  in 
a  small  vessel  (which  they  took  in  the  act  of  cutting  her  cable), 
a  party  of  twenty -five  men  to  Taboga,  to  fire  all  the  houses  on  the 
island  and  to  bring  back  the  treasure  that  had  been  taken  there. 

The  pursuing  party  returned  the  following  day,  bringing 
vnth  them  three  of  the  larger  ships,  laden  with  specie  and 


PAXA2IA  AXD  THE  CAXAL. 


665 


valuable  goods.  They  had  found,  besides,  about  a  hundred 
mules  loaded  with  the  same  cargoes,  trying  to  push  into  the 
interior  of  the  island  to  secrete  them.  Moro^an  and  his  band 
remained  in  Panama  for  three  weeks,  collecting  all  the  valu- 
ables they  could  find.  The  prisoners  were  held  to  ransom 
according  to  their  wealth,  which  contributed  much  to  the 
general  fund. 

When  the  buccaneers  left  the  ruins  of  Panama,  they  took 
with  them  175  mules  laden  with  their  spoils,  and  more  than 
600  prisoners,  including  women,  children  and  slaves.  The 
misery  of  these  wretched  captives  exceeds  descrij^tiou.  They 
believed  they  were  to  be  carried  to  Jamaica,  England,  or  some 
other  equally  wild,  distant,  or  savage  country,  to  be  sold  for 
slaves.  Morgan  heightened  these  fears,  the  more  readily  to 
extort  the  ransoms  he  demanded  for  the  freedom  of  his  un- 
happy prisoners. 

When  the  spoils  were  divided,  Morgan's  share  was  sufficient 
to  keep  him  in  Jamaica  the  rest  of  his  days  in  luxury. 

So  complete  was  the  destruction  of  the  beautiful  city,  that 
when  the  miserable  fugitives  returned  to  it  they  had  no 
courage  to  rebuild,  assured  that  it  would  only  serve  again  to 
attract  the  avarice  of  the  remorseless  pirates.  When  tidings  of 
these  events  reached  Spain,  the  king  immediately  sent  orders 
to  have  the  city  removed  to  a  more  defensible  locality,  and 
rebuilt  in  such  a  manner  as  to  defy  future  assaults,  the  expense 
thereof  to  be  defrayed  by  the  crown.  In  accordance  with  the 
king's  edict  a  site  was  chosen  on  a  rocky  peninsula  at  the  base 
of  a  high  volcanic  mountain,  called  Aucon,  four  miles  to  the 
westward  of  the  old  city.  There,  in  1671,  the  foundation  of 
the  present  city  was  laid.  Born  from  the  blood  and  sinews 
of  the  simple  aborigines  of  that  unfortunate  country,  this  '  very 
noble  and  very  loyal  city,'  was  fed  and  nourished  by  a  system 
of  oppression  and  plunder.''  As  the  entrepot  for  the  riches  of 
the  northern  and  southern  Pacific  coasts,  Panama,  during  the 
next  hundred  years,  grew  to  be  a  wealthy  and  beautiful  city, 
boasting  of  temples  adorned  with  gold  and  silver  and  pictures 
of  great  value. 


666 


PANAMA  AND  THE  CANAL. 


When  the  California  gold  fields  began  to  attract  thousands 
of  emigrants,  who  had  to  make  their  way  as  best  they  could 
through  the  swamps  and  forests  of  the  Isthmus,  the  absolute 
necessity  of  a  railway  connecting  the  two  oceans  was  realized. 
The  first  surveys  were  made  in  1848,  work  was  commenced  on 
the  line  in  1850,  and  it  was  opened  and  in  working  operation 
from  the  Atlantic  to  the  Pacific  in  January,  1855. 

The  entire  credit  for  this  great  work  belongs  to  American 
energy  and  capital.  After  both  French  and  English  specula- 
tors had  obtained  more  favorable  grants  of  the  same  route,  a 
few  Americans  undertook  the  work,  and  spent  almost  the 
whole  of  their  private  fortunes  in  completing  it.  No  imposing 
ceremony  inaugurated  the  breaking  ground.''  Two  American 
citizens,  leaping,  axe  in  hand,  from  a  native  canoe,  upon  a 
wild  and  desolate  shore,  their ,  retinue  consisting  of  a  half  a 
dozen  Indians,  who  cleared  the  path  with  rude  knives,  struck 
their  axes  into  the  nearest  trees,  and  the  stately  cocoas  crashed 
upon  the  beach.  Thus  was  announced  the  commencemont  of 
a  railway,  Avhich,  from  the  interests  and  difficulties  involved, 
might  well  be  looked  upon  as  one  of  the  grandest  and  boldest 
enterprises  ever  attempted. 

The  total  length  of  the  road  is  forty- seven  and  one-half 
miles.  The  line  is  a  single  one,  but  there  are  four  commodious 
sidings.  There  is  no  difficulty  in  keeping  the  line  in  order  at 
a  reasonable  expense,  but,  on  the  contrary,  it  continues  in 
better  condition  than  similar  works  in  Northern  latitudes, 
where  the  climate  appears  to  have  a  more  injurious  effect  than 
within  the  tropics. 

The  total  expenditure  of  the  Panama  Kailway  Company 
amounted  to  $7,407,553,  or  nearly  $150,000  per  mile.  But 
even  when  this  enormous  cost  is  considered,  the  investment 
has  been  an  unusually  profitable  one  and  the  stock  is  held  at  a 
very  high  figure. 

Long  years  before  the  establishment  of  the  Panama  rail- 
way there  had  been  numerous  projects  for  a  ship  canal  across 
the  Isthmus.  To  Saavedra,  the  kinsman  and  commander  under 
the  famous  Hernando  Cortes,  is  ascribed  the  bold  project  of 


PANAMA  AND  THE  CANAL, 


667 


cutting  a  canal  from  sea  to  sea.  And  it  was  a  favorite  scheme 
of  the  President  of  Colombia,  the  liberator  Bolivar.  Indeed, 
from  the  time  of  Humboldt,  men  of  many  nations  have  sailed 
along  "the  stormy  shore  of  the  gulf  and  penetrated  its  un- 
healthy streams,  jotting  down  every  landmark  that  might 
serve  to  guide  the  future  navigator,  or  surveyed  the  crested 
Isthmus  in  search  of  a  practical  communication  between  the 
great  seas  on  its  borders.*" 

In  1878  the  Colombian  government  granted  a  society 
known  as  the  Civil  International  Interoceanic  Canal  Society 
the  exclusive  privilege  of  constructing  a  canal  between  the  two 
oceans  through  the  Colombian  territory;  and  at  the  same  time 
the  ports  and  the  canal  were  neutralized.  In  1879  M.  de 
Lesseps  took  the  matter  up,  and  the  first  meeting  of  this  com- 
pany was  held  in  1881,  and  during  that  year  work  was  actually 
begun.  After  an  expenditure  of  $156,000,000,  and  the  com- 
pletion of  about  two-fifths  of  the  work,  the  project  was  aban- 
doned by  the  de  Lesseps  company  in  1889.  Great  scandals 
involving  the  disgrace  of  many  prominent  men  signalized  the 
bursting  of  the  bubble.  The  company's  affairs  were  placed  in 
the  hands  of  a  receiver,  who  maintained  control  until  1894, 
when  the  concession  and  assets  were  turned  over  to  a  new 
company  which  had  been  organized.  This  com2>any  liegan  a 
thorough  study  of  the  engineering  and  financial  problems 
through  an  international  commission  of  engineers. 

This  commission  estimated  the  cost  of  completing  the  canal 
at  $102,400,000.  The  concession  for  the  Panama  canal  was 
granted  May  28,  1878,  extended  December  26,  1890,  and 
August  4,  1893.  The  time  for  the  completion  of  the  canal 
was  thereby  fixed  at  October,  1904,  but  in  December,  1898,  the 
Colombian  government  granted  an  additional  extension  of  six 
years.  There  can  be  no  doubt  that  the  nev/  republic  of 
Panama  will  grant  further  extensions  should  it  be  found  that 
these  are  required. 


CHAPTER  XXII. 


THE  LOUISIANA  PURCHASE  EXPOSITION. 

T  IS  a  leap  of  a  century  from  tlie  consuiamation 
of  the  purchase  of  the  Louisiana  Territory  from 
France  by  the  United  States  to  the  celebration 
of  that  event  by  the  Louisiana  Purchase  Exj^osi- 
tion  at  St.  Louis,  metropolis  of  the  region  thus 
acquired.  But  never  before  in  the  Christian  Era  has  there 
been  a  single  century  so  marked  by  the  material  and  intellectual 
]3rogress  encompassed  within  its  significant  years. 

On  our  own  continent  the  nation  has  swept  from  ocean  to 
ocean,  strengthening  itself  at  home  and  extending  its  influence 
abroad.  Three  foreign  wars  and  one  within  our  borders  have 
been  fought  and  won.  Possessions  in  the  Tropics  of  both  the 
Atlantic  and  Pacific  Oceans  have  been  added,  so  distant  that  a 
century  ago  their  names  were  hardly  known  to  our  forefathers. 
Invention  has  changed  the  methods  and  habits  of  life.  Eail- 
ways  and  steamshijDS,  telegraphs  and  ocean  cables,  printing 
presses  and  agricultural  implements,  forces  heretofore  unknown 
or  unutilized,  have  united  virtually  to  make  the  world  anew. 
Populous  cities  and  rich  commonwealths  stand  where  maps  a 
century  old  mark  but  the  utter  wilderness.  Fitting  it  is  that 
there  should  be  rich  commemoration  by  the  nation  and  the 
world  of  the  significant  event  that  made  memorable  the  first 
years  of  the  nineteenth  century,  and  advanced  the  re23ublic  so 
far  in  its  marvelous  history. 

Let  us  see  what  we  have  done  to  honor  the  event,  the  men 
who  participated  in  it,  and  the  success  their  prophetic  action 
has  wrought.    To  a  rich  city  in  the  heart  of  the  Mississippi 

669 


670 


THE  LOUISIANA  PURCHASE  EXPOSITION. 


Valley  we  have  delegated  the  execution  of  the  memorial,  and 
right  nobly  has  St.  Louis  risen  to  the  obligation,  upheld  by 
the  energy  and  liberality  of  her  own  people,  the  fourteen  states 
and  territories  which  have  been  carved  out  of  the  Louisiana 
Purchase,  the  other  commonwealths  of  the  United  States,  the 
national  government,  and  the  sister  powers  of  all  the  world. 

It  is  a  day  in  midsummer,  1904.  Through  the  busy  streets 
of  this  typical  American  city  of  St  Louis  the  visitor  has  made 
his  way,  companioned  by  a  host  of  our  fellow  citizens  from  far 
and  near,  to  the  gates  of  the  great  tract  set  aside  for  the 
splendid  commemorative  display. 

Within  the  gates  he  looks  upon  a  scene  of  bewildering 
variety,  beauty  and  splendor.  The  main  group  of  Exposition 
buildings  in  the  northeastern  part  of  the  grounds,  consists  of 
twelve  great  structures  in  symmetrical  arrangement  somewhat 
in  the  form  of  a  lady's  fan,  the  avenues  corresponding  to  the 
ribs.  Eight  of  these  palaces  are  upon  a  level  sixty  feet  below 
the  others,  and  as  the  visitor  enters  the  broad  central  avenue 
which  bisects  the  groujD,  he  beholds  a  scene  inspiiing  in  its 
grandeur. 

Every  building  is  truly  majestic.  The  richness  of  architec- 
tural detail  has  never  been  equalled  in  exposition  structures. 
The  landscape  has  the  finish  of  a  vast  garden  with  every 
feature  pleasing  to  the  eye.  In  the  distance,  more  than  half  a 
mile  away,  rises  the  beautiful  Hall  of  Festivals,  two  hundred 
feet  high,  the  central  jewel  of  the  beautiful  architectural  coronet 
which  adorns  the  broad  natural  amphitheater  which  terminates 
the  vista.  The  sides  of  this  coronet,  stretching  in  gi'aceful 
curves  seven  hundred  and  fifty  feet  each  way  from  the  Festival 
Hall,  are  fifty-two  feet  high.  They  resemble  a  colonnade, 
except  that  square  pylons  alternate  with  pairs  of  columns, 
forming  fourteen  sections  or  bays,  in  front  of  which,  upon  the 
terrace,  are  fourteen  great  sculptured  figures  representing  in 
allegory  the  fourteen  States  and  Territories  which  form  the 
huge  area  once  the  Louisiana  Purchase.  Two  beautiful  refresh- 
ment pavilions  of  circular  form,  one  hundred  and  thirty  feet 
in  diameter,  are  placed  at  the  ends  of  the  colonnades. 


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Facing  the  wonderful  avenue  down  which  the  visitor  is 
o^azins,  from  the  hawns  in  front  of  Festival  Hall  and  tlie 
refreshment  pavilions,  three  great  cascades,  the  largest  artificial 
creations  of  the  kind  ever  made,  pour  down  the  slope.  The 
central  one  of  these  three  gushes  forth  a  veritable  flood,  spread- 
ing into  a  stream  fifty  feet  wide.  The  first  fall  is  twenty-five 
feet,  then  a  series  of  cascades  for  a  distance  of  two  hundred  and 
ninety  feet,  with  a  total  fall  of  ninety-five  feet.  At  the  Grand 
Basin  the  stream,  divided  into  three  parts,  is  one  hundred  and 
fifty -two  feet  wide.  The  two  great  fountains,  one  on  either 
side,  create  cascades  twenty  feet  wide  at  the  top.  and  fifty  feet 
wide  at  the  point  where  the  stream  fiows  into  the  Grand  Basin. 

All  three  of  these  streams  fiow  into  the  cascade  basin 
which  forms  a  part  of  the  lagoon  system.  The  lagoons  extend 
around  and  between  the  Education  and  Electricity  buildings, 
and  they  afford  an  important  means  of  transit,  giving  a  ride  of 
a  mile  or  more.  Elsewhere  water  is  used  most  generously  for 
landscape  effects.  In  the  courts  of  the  buildings  are  fountains 
and  pools.  In  these  fountains  the  streams  are  from  one  and  a 
half  to  three  inches  in  diameter.  They  appear  in  the  form  of 
pillar  jets,  fans,  bouquets,  etc.,  and  require  more  than  fifty 
gallons  of  water  each,  per  minute.  The  profusion  of  such 
fiows  has  a  welcome  effect  on  the  temperature  when  the  sum- 
mer days  are  hot. 

The  landscape  effects  are  the  first  impression  traced  upon 
the  visitor's  memory  by  the  aid  of  sight.  Every\vhere  the 
scene  is  one  of  charm.  The  natural  forest  growth  of  the  slopes 
and  uplands  invites  to  shady  paths  and  restful  retreats.  Upon 
other  slopes  are  terraced  gardens,  and  the  open  spaces  between 
the  buildings  are  enriched  with  fiowers  and  fountains,  trees  and 
plants.  The  sloj^e  between  the  great  cascades  is  a  formal 
Q:arden  richlv  adorned  Avith  flowers  and  shrubs,  architectural 
and  sculjDtured  devices.  In  every  part  of  the  landscape  and 
upon  the  buildings  is  new  statuary  l)y  modern  masters  of  this 
majestic  art.  The  immense  areas  of  the  tract  assigned  for  the 
ExjDosition  have  been  treated  with  highest  skill  to  preserve  the 
natural  beauty  of  the  hills  and  forests,  as  well  as  to  create  new 


THE  LOUISIANA  PURCHASE  EXPOSITION. 


beauties  in  the  more  formal  portions  adjacent  to  the  larger 
buildings.  The  Exposition  is  therefore  complete  in  all  details, 
artistic  in  every  vista,  and  perfect  in  its  loveliness.  In  the 
general  aspect  it  shows  definite  advancement  and  noteworthy 
removal  from  influence  of  past  expositions. 

Let  us  now  turn  from  generalities  to  particulars,  and  observe 
some  figures  which  do  not  lie,  and  comparisons  which  are  not 
odious,  but  edifying.  This  World's  Fair  at  St.  Louis  occupies 
1280  acres,  or  twice  as  much  as  the  World's  Columbian  Exposi- 
tion of  1893  at  Chicago,  and  about  as  much  as  the  total  area  of 
that  Fair  added  to  the  Pan-American  Exposition  at  Buffalo  in 
1901,  and  the  Paris  Exposition  of  1900. 

The  Exposition  caught  the  reflected  glory  of  the  Spanish - 
American  War.  Increased  interest  in  this  Republic  as  a  con- 
sequence of  that  demonstration  of  our  power,  attracted  the 
attention  of  the  world  to  the  degree  that  foreign  governments 
needed  no  urging  to  gather  at  St.  Louis.  Fifty-three  nations 
have  responded  with  displays  costing  six  millions  of  dollars., 

The  flush  of  triumphal  conquest  made  its  influence  felt  in 
the  participation  of  home  interests.  Forty-three  states  have 
appropriated  eight  millions  of  dollars.  The  coincidence 
between  the  recent  acquisition  of  the  Philippines  and  an  expo- 
sition commemorating  the  peaceful  transfer  to  the  United  States 
of  the  Louisiana  Province,  a  territory  ten  times  the  area  of  the 
original  thirteen  states,  induced  the  federal  government  to  con- 
tribute ten  millions  of  dollars  toward  the  tremendous  celebra- 
tion. 

Patriotic  impulses  stirred  the  citizens  of  the  Exposition 
City  to  the  generous  subscription  of  ten  millions  more.  Indi- 
vidual exhibitors  of  all  countries  have  spent  ten  millions  to 
prepare  and  install  their  displays.  Showmen  have  expended 
five  millions  in  building  and  equipj^ing  amusements.  With 
this  enormous  aggregate  of  forty -nine  millions  of  dollars,  the 
greatest  monument  to  enlightenment  has  arisen  in  three  years. 

Such  an  astounding  drama  of  Man  demanded  a  theater  of 
almost  fabulous  proportions.  Nature  was  designing  the  enor- 
mous playhouse  when  the  ancient  hills  arose  from  primordial 


ROBERT  SIEUR  DE  LA  SALLE. 

BY  LOUIS  GUDEBROD. 

The  name  of  LaSalle  is  ever  present  in  the  early  history  of  the  Mississippi  Valley  from  the  Great 
Lakes  to  the  Gulf  of  Mexico.   His  wonderful  voyages,  his  perils,  his  achievements, 
are  all  related  in  earlier  chapters  of  this  volume. 


PERE  MARQUETTE. 

Father  Marquette's  fame  is  immortal  as  one  of  the  greatest  of  the  early  French  explorers  of  this 
continent,  traversing  its  forests  and  rivers  year  after  year,  laboring  for  the 
conversion  of  the  Indians,  and  finally  laying  down  his  life  among 
them  in  Northern  Michigan  where  much  of  his  noble 
woru  liad  been  done. 


WILUAM  CLARKE         THOMAS  JEFFERSON         MERRIWETHER  LEWIS 

President  Jefferson  and  the  men  sent  by  him  under  his  administration  to 
explore  the  great  Northwest— known  in  history  as  the  I^ewis  and  Clarke 
expedition. 


PIERRE  LACLEDE,  FIRST  SETTLER  OF  ST.  LOUIS. 

BY  J   SCOTT  HARTLEY. 


THE  DESTINY  OF  THE  RED  HAN. 

BY  A,  A,  WEINMANN, 


STATUE  OF  SACAGAWEA, 
THE  INDIAN  WOMAN 
STATUE  OF  CAPTAIN        WHO   LED   LEWIS    AND  STATUE  OF  CAPTAIN 

WILUAM  CLARKE  CLARKE   THROUGH   THE  MERRIWETHER  LEWIS 

INDIAN  TRAIL  OVER  THE 
MOUNTAINS 

lye  wis  and  Clarke's  expedition,  covering  nearly  two  years  and  a  half,  gave  the  people  of 
this  country  their  first  information  concerning  the  immense  extent,  vast  wealth  and  natural 
wonders  and  resources  of  the  Northwest. 


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slumber.  Master  arcliitects  recognized  lier  preparations  in  the 
far- sweeping  landscape  of  Forest  Park.  Two  square  miles  of 
woodland  plateau  and  dipping  valleys,  land  docked  lakes  and 
wide  reaches  of  meadow  furnished  the  mammoth  stage  and  its 
settings.  A  l:)OA\d-sha23ed  amphitheater  indented  the  northern 
apron  of  the  Avooded  plateau,  commanding  nearly  a  mile  of 
level  downs.  From  the  semi- circular  crest  of  this  natural 
coliseum,  the  architectural  comission  beheld  the  future  keynote 
of  the  exposition.  They  dreamed  of  terraced  gardens  and 
cascades  on  the  slopes;  of  Ijoulevards  radiating  from  their 
point  of  view,  and  of  palaces  ranging  in  a  grand  arc  of  one 
mile,  with  its  concave  facades  marshalled  around  the  decora- 
tive pivot. 

Three  times  did  the  exposition  outgrow  the  original  limits 
of  six  hundred  and  fifty  acres  before  it  encompassed  twelve 
hundred  and  eighty  acres.  Thirteen  exhdut  palaces  of  extra- 
ordinary amplitude  became  a  grou^D  of  t^venty-six  buildings 
before  the  gates  were  thrown  ojjeu.  Almost  incredible 
demands  for  space  from  the  four  ends  of  earth  pushed  the 
exhibit  limits  out  of  the  buildings  into  two  hundred  acres  of 
open-air  disjilays.  Xo  government  received  as  much  space  as 
it  requested.  In  the  event  that  every  application  had  been 
granted,  the  exposition  would  have  been  twice  its  size.  The 
result  was  a  degree  of  selection  far  beyond  any  previous  inter- 
national show. 

Overshadowing  the  greatest  monuments  of  the  ancients,  the 
palaces  of  this  Forest  City  serve  as  types  of  the  grandest 
architecture  of  all  the  ao:es.  Columns  and  entablature  of 
classical  Greece,  walls  and  obelisks  of  the  Pharoahs,  the 
magnificence  of  the  Penaissance.  the  graceful  fancies  of  the 
Moor,  the  frown  of  the  Gothic  and  the  vagaries  of  the  mystic 
Orient  contrast  with  the  best  and  the  fairest  of  modern  archi- 
tecture. 

Colossal  sculjDture  has  been  used  to  heighten  the  heroic 
harmony.  Impressive  works  of  the  sculptor  represent  two 
hundred  and  fifty  groups  containing  more  than  one  thousand 
fio:ures,  created  at  a  cost  of  half  a  million  of  dollars.  In 


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keeping  with  the  classic  style  and  heroic  proportions  of  the 
architecture,  the  sculpture  shadows  the  larger  and  grander 
phases  in  the  adventurous  lives  of  those  pioneers  and  explorers 
who  won  the  wilderness  from  its  brute  and  barbarian  inhab- 
itants, as  well  as  those  achievements  of  later  civilization, 
wrought  by  the  genius  of  American  intellect. 

Allegorical  interpretation  of  the  spiritual  influence  of  this 
conquest  on  American  character  finds  triumphant  expression 
about  the  cascades  already  described.  Amid  these  striking 
surroundings  sculpture  has  reached  the  boldest  flights  of 
imagination.  Along  the  balustrades  and  grand  stairways 
approaching  the  falling  waters,  statues  are  erected  to  the 
explorers  of  the  Louisiana  domain,  to  the  conquerors  of  its 
savage  life,  and  to  the  statesmen  through  whose  wisdom  and 
diplomacy  the  title  to  the  land  was  made  clear  to  their  descen- 
dents. 

The  fame  of  the  Louisiana  Purchase  Exposition  may  safely 
rest  on  its  transcendent  glory — the  Cascade  Gardens,  the 
Homeric  grandeur  of  which  cannot  be  forgotten  within  this 
generation.  H.  A.  Mac  Neil's  grand  Fountain  of  Liberty 
forms  the  allegorical  veil  before  the  portal  of  the  Hall  of 
Festivals.  Liberty,  dominating  from  a  serene  height  the  out- 
stretched figures  of  Genius  and  Inspiration,  is  flanked  by  male 
figures,  typifying  physical  strength,  bestriding  fabled  sea-horses. 
From  this  colossal  group  issues  the  waters  of  the  main  cascade. 
Mounted  on  pedestals  attending  the  successive  leaps  of  the 
joyous  flood  are  heroic  examples  of  the  same  sculptor's  groups 
symbolizing  the  birth  and  progress  of  liberty  and  civilization. 

The  designation  of  the  east  cascade  as  the  Fountain  of  the 
Pacific  and  the  west  cascade  as  the  Fountain  of  the  Atlantic 
furnished  an  imaginative  basis  for  the  most  fanciful  treatment. 
The  east  cascade  is  therefore  dominated  by  the  Spirit  of  the 
Pacific,  a  group  showing  the  airy  figure  of  a  graceful  girl  float- 
ing in  space  and  attended  l)y  an  albatross,  the  winged  genius 
of  that  calm  waste.  Sportive  cupids  surround  the  base  of  the 
pedestal.  In  the  Spirit  of  the  Atlantic  the  figure  of  a  youth 
stands  in   the   clouds,   with    upraised  arm,  controlling  the 


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tempestuous  ocean.  Vigor  and  power,  with  the  grace  of  yoimg 
manhood  stamps  the  composition.  At  his  feet  soars  the  eagle, 
king  of  birds,  typifying  the  restless  and  turbulent  nature  of  the 
Atlantic.  Both  groups  surmount  globes  from  which  gush  the 
waters  of  the  cascades.  Other  ideas  associated  with  the  same 
themes  are  presented  in  the  series  of  groups  extending  clo^vn 
the  water  leaps  to^  the  grand  basin.  Babes  and  dolphins 
gambol  along  the  dancing  waters,  girls  with  sea  gulls  and  boys 
worrying  bear  cubs  all  ride  on  the  rushing  flood  as  it  t ambles 
to  the  great  pool. 

Landscapes  of  Versailles,  old  Italian  gardens,  Babylon 
pleasure  haunts  in  mid -shy  never  surpassed  the  perfection  of 
the  Cascade- Gardens.  Jeweled  in  its  very  heart,  the  golden 
dome  of  the  Hall  of  Festivals  gleams  aloft  in  the  mellow  sun- 
shine, a  thing  to  uplift  the  soul.  Snowy  statuary,  ever  ascend, 
ing  in  increasing  masses  from  the  pool  to  the  skyline,  the 
falling  flood  of  the  cascades,  feathering  into  fllmy  lace  and 
musical  with  the  cadences  of  silver  bells  all  imite  to  weave  a 
spell  of  enchantment  seldom  felt  in  the  cold  commonplaces  of 
everyday  life. 

Yet  Xight  has  her  victories.  In  this  reign  of  electricity 
nothing  has  escaped  the  necromancy  of  the  master  iLuminator. 
Every  fertile  resource  of  his  science  has  been  exhausted  to 
achieve  the  highest  art  in  the  nocturnal  treatment  of  the  Cas- 
cade-Gardens. The  moving  Avaters  and  the  flowers  suggested 
a  new  thought.  How  to  make  the  water  itself  resemble  liquid 
fire  was  the  inspiration  of  an  instant.  How  to  cause  the 
flowers  to  become  self-luminous  jewels  stirred  the  inventor  to 
his  best  efforts.  Experiments  with  mercury  vapor  proved  that 
Avater  might  become  to  the  eye  a  mass  of  opalescent  wine. 
The  new  illumination  is  born.  The  oj^al  fire  retains  its  hues 
undimmed  by  zones  of  color  throAvn  across  the  picture;  the 
flaming  flood  stretches  Avith  its  single  luster  through  bands  of 
])rilliant  cardinal,  cerulean,  and  amethyst.  Roses,  geraniums, 
violets,  all  reveal  themselves  in  their  day  colors.  Persons 
sauntering  along  the  Terrace  of.  States,  in  front  of  the  colon- 
nade on  the  crest  of  the  hill,  may  be  bathed  in  royal  purple. 


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lower  down  along  the  descending  balustrades  perhaps  they 
are  ensanguined  in  vivid  red,  while  those  hanging  over 
the  ramparts  of  the  grand  pool  may  be  mellowed  in  orange. 
The  Cascade -Gardens  are  an  appeal  to  all  the  senses  of 
man. 

The  vast  city  of  palaces  lies  in  its  glittering  arc  at  the  foot 
of  the  cascades.  Nearly  two -thirds  of  a  mile  of  domes,  spires 
and  obelisks  form  the  skyline  to  the  east  of  the  Terrace  of 
States.  Looking  directly  north  from  the  Fountain  of  Liberty 
the  full  perspective  of  the  monument  court  is  revealed  for 
twenty-five  hundred  feet  to  the  immense  peristyle  closing  the 
picture.  In  traversing  this  distance,  the  gaze  is  carried  down 
the  grand  cascade,  widening  in  its  descent  from  eighty  feet  to 
one  hundred  and  forty  feet,  at  its  final  leap  into  the  pool;  then 
across  1500  feet  of  water  in  the  lagoon  to  the  shaft  of  the 
Louisiana  Purchase  Monument  at  the  intersection  of  the  court 
and  the  swinging  boulevard;  beyond  are  1100  feet  of  the  pink 
graveled  concourse.  The  stately  facades  of  Electricity  and 
Varied  Industries  to  the  west  and  those  of  Education  and 
Manufactures  to  the  east,  flank  the  view. 

Along  the  swinging  boulevard  to  the  east  the  eye  encoun- 
ters Liberal  Arts  and  Mines  and  Metallurgy  and  to  the  west  on 
the  same  avenue  Transportation  and  Machinery.  These  eight 
palaces  form  the  symmetrical  composition  of  the  main  picture. 
Pine  Arts,  the  only  exhibit  building  on  the  wooded  plateau,  is 
veiled  by  the  Hall  of  Festivals  and  the  Colonnade  of  States. 
Half  a  mile  to  the  west  of  the  cascades  begins  a  secondary 
picture  including  more  than  half  of  the  entire  Exposition. 
Within  this  sphere  of  interest  are  placed  on  wooded  knolls  the 
Palaces  of  Agriculture  and  Horticulture,  the  Palace  of  Fish, 
Forestry  and  Game,  the  Philippine  reservation  of  forty  acres, 
the  Indian  reservation  and  anthropological  reservation  of  forty 
acres,  a  stadium  for  the  Olympic  games,  one  hundred  acres  for 
outside  forestry  and  agriculture,  immense  stock  pens,  and  the 
reservation  for  foreign  government  pavilions.  This  great 
section  is  overlooked  by  the  Administration  building,  a  per- 
manent structure  in  the  Tudor  Gothic  style  of  architecture, 


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685 


being  a  part  of  the  group  of  buildings  leased  by  the  Exposition 
from  the  new  Washington  University. 

One  of  the  delightful  recollections  of  the  St.  Louis  contri- 
bution to  the  art  of  the  world,  will  be  its  mural  decoration. 
The  utter  absence  of  the  garish  or  gaudy  and  the  use  of 
subdued  tinting,  adapted  to  the  architecture  of  the  buildings, 
emphasizing  their  purposes  and  originality  while  offering 
variety  and  beauty  to  the  general  picture  leave  an  impression 
of  refinement  and  repose. 

Soft  grays,  chromes,  sky  blues,  Pompeiian  reds  and  choco- 
late browns  have  been  applied  to  recesses  and  doorways, 
pavilions  and  interiors  and  along  the  exposed  roof  surfaces. 
Towers  have  been  touched  with  delicate  hues  which  melt 
most  charmingly  into  the  ambient  atmosphere.  Color  as 
Nature  lays  it  on  is  used  in  the  treatment  of  Agriculture, 
Horticulture  and  Fish,  Forestry  and  Game.  The  blush  which 
she  gives  to  the  grape,  the  orange,  the  corn,  the  squash  and  the 
pumpkin  is  reproduced  in  panels  and  portals.  The  waving 
corn,  the  fruit  and  vegetables  appearing  on  portions  of  these 
buildings,  in  festoons  and  garlands,  afford  striking  contrasts 
with  colors  laid  on  plain  surfaces. 

Bronzes  and  old  metals  are  the  shades  presented  in  the 
main  entrances  to  the  Palace  of  Mines  and  Metallurgy,  giving 
a  metallic  effect  to  the  whole.  In  the  panels  on  either  side  of 
the  entrances  are  elaborate  mural  paintings,  representing  the 
philosophy  and  j^oetry  of  the  ideas  connected  with  the  building. 
A  great  frieze,  in  las  relief  on  the  screen  wall  covering  the 
loggia,  is  done  in  a  bronze  tone.  The  background  of  the 
sculptured  figures  is  a  rough  golden  colored  glass,  illuminated 
at  night  to  show  the  figures  in  silhouette.  The  rear  wall  back 
of  the  columns  forming  the  loggia  is  rich  Pompeiian  red. 

The  east  and  west  entrances  to  the  Palace  of  Varied  Indus- 
tries are  distinguished  by  Renaissance  scrolls,  with  heads  in 
circles,  these  heads  suggesting  the  genius  of  invention  and 
kindred  subjects.  Verdigris  and  purple  kindle  the  forest  of 
towers  on  the  Palace  of  Machinery.  Surfaces  of  its  corner 
pavilions  are  all  in  color,  lending  an  impression  of  filigree 


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work.  The  grand  hemicycle  entrance  to  Manufactures  is  a 
glow  of  colors.  Tlie  triple  arch  front  to  Transportation  has 
rich  tones  of  reds  and  blues  and  greens.  The  severely  classic 
outlines  of  Education  preclude  the  application  of  much  color, 
but  Liberal  Arts,  with  its  gigantic  triumphal  arch  entrances 
and  huge  frieze  around  the  building,  is  enriched  with  lavenders 
and  ashes  of  roses.  The  rolling  roof  is  done  in  chocolate 
brown. 

Throughout  the  grounds  a  wealth  of  gilding  sharpens  the 
landmarks.  A  rich  golden  note  has  been  added  to  the  figures 
of  the  Pacific  and  Atlantic  in  the  Cascade- Gardens.  The 
Louisiana  Purchase  Monument  has  touches  of  gold  treatment, 
extending  to  the  galaxy  of  thirty -five  sculptured  grou23s  form- 
ing part  of  the  ensemble  about  the  base  of  the  shaft  which  was 
erected  to  commemorate  the  peaceful  conquest  of  the  Louisiana 
Province  and  subsequent  civilization.  A  great  figure  of  Peace 
crowns  the  pinnacle  of  the  monument.  Bridges  and  pylons  and 
other  strongly  marked  effects  in  the  landscape  are  heightened 
by  the  use  of  the  same  tones.  Arcades  of  parked  maples  along 
one  mile  of  lagoons  and  waterways  splash  vivid  greens  against 
the  prevailing  ivory  tints  of  the  architecture.  At  conspicuous 
points  on  the  Grand  Basin  colossal  statues  of  Jefferson  and 
Napoleon  symbolize  the  act  of  transferring  the  Louisiana 
Territory.  The  Apotheosis  of  Saint  Louis,  a  kingly  equestrian 
statue  of  Louis  IX.,  equestrian  statues  of  De  Soto  and  Joliet, 
groups  of  the  American  cowboys  and  trappers,  Indian  war 
dances  and  mounted  braves,  fill  the  air  with  the  breath  of  old 
world  adventurers  and  the  later  frontier. 

This  historic  interest  pervades  the  Exposition.  Foreign 
governments  and  the  states  of  the  Union  have  caught  the  con- 
tagion of  giving  significance  to  their  representative  buildings, 
and  surrounding  them  with  rare  gardening  in  keeping  with 
the  natural  environment.  France  reproduces  the  Grand 
Trianon,  once  the  haunt  of  Napoleon  and  Josephine,  and  gives 
it  a  setting  of  Versailles  landscape;  Great  Britain  has  built 
the  Orangery  of  Kensington  Palace,  in  the  atmosphere  of  an 
old  Elizabethan  floral  frame.    Germany  has  erected  the  cele- 


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brated  castle  of  Charlottenberg  on  a  higli  hill  overlooking  the 
Cascade -Gardens,  and  embowered  it  with  Berlin  horticulture; 
Japan  has  several  of  the  most  famous  types  of  architecture 
within  bits  of  the  Imperial  gardens  of  the  Mikado;  Italy  is 
resplendent  with  the  best  period  of  Roman  architecture,  with 
a  fine  type  of  garden  enclosed  with  Doric  columns  and  entab- 
lature; a  fragile  pagoda  and  a  pool  of  gold  fishes  in  masses  of 
Chinese  lilies,  peonies  and  roses  lend  a  distinctly  Oriental 
aspect  to  the  country  seat  of  Prince  Pu  Lun,  nephew  of  the 
Emperor  of  China.  The  tropical  luxuries  of  Mexico  and 
Brazil,  elbow  those  of  Ceylon's  Iningalow,  Siam's  temple  of  Ben 
Chama,  and  India's  relic  of  its  mystic  princess.  Russia, 
Sweden  and  Belgium  jAsice  striking  types  of  their  architecture 
in  examples  of  their  national  gardening. 

Each  state  treats  the  landscape  about  its  historic  buildings 
from  a  different  aspect.  Louisiana  has  built  the  Cabildo,  the 
structure  in  New  Orleans  where  the  transfer  of  the  Louisiana 
Province  was  made  in  1803;  New  Jersey  shows  the  head- 
quarters of  Washington  at  Morristown;  Connecticut  entertains 
in  the  old  Sigourney  mansion  of  colonial  fame;  Virginia  comes 
with  Monticello,  the  home  of  Thomas  Jefferson;  Mississippi  is 
represented  by  Beau  voir,  the  retreat  of  Jefferson  Davis;  the 
Hermitage,  famous  as  the  home  of  Andrew  Jackson  is  repro- 
duced by  Tennessee  and  old  Spanish  missions  are  shown  by 
California  and  Arizona. 

The  Sunken  Garden,  stretching  for  750  feet  from  the  foot 
of  the  United  States  Government  Building  down  the  swinging 
boulevard,  between  Liberal  Arts  and  Mines  and  Metallurgy, 
and  twenty  acres  of  roses  in  the  great  horticultural  gardens 
along  the  sloping  hillsides  of  the  Palaces  of  Agriculture  and 
Horticulture,  enter  into  and  complete  the  greatest  cosmopolitan 
garden  scheme  ever  attempted. 

Aerial  navigation,  that  fascinating  though  yet  unconquered 
realm  of  transportation,  has  been  bidden  to  St.  Louis  by  a 
princely  prize  of  one  hundred  thousand  dollars,  offered  for  the 
solution  of  this  stupendous  problem.  It  has  engaged  the 
competition  of  Santos- Dumont,  the  Stanleys,  and  other  inventors 


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of  airships.  Wireless  telegraphy,  the  new  transniission  of  thought 
on  waves  of  atmosphere,  is  exemplified  on  the  grounds  by  the 
highest  towers  at  the  Exposition.  Marconi  and  De  Forrest  oper- 
ate these  wonders  and  commercial  messages  are  sent  from  the 
Exposition  to  many  western  cities  where  receiving  stations  exist. 

China  for  the  first  time  withdrew  the  veil  of  centuries  from 
the  mysteries  of  the  celestial  empire  at  the  imj)erial  command 
of  the  Son  of  Heaven  to  the  Viceroys  of  the  realm.  Endless 
processions  of  marvelously  carved  life-size  figures  depict 
hitherto  hidden  life  of  the  old  nation,  from  the  cradle  to  the 
grave.  Her  vast  exhibit,  the  most  complete  national  display  j 
at  the  Exposition,  reveals  every  phase  of  her  religion,  art, 
philosophy,  science  and  industries. 

Who  had  yet  heard  of  flowers  telling  the  time  of  day  to  the 
exactitude  of  the  thousandth  part  of  a  second  ?  A  floral  clock 
with  a  diameter  of  100  feet  accomplishes  this  feat  with  revolv- 
ing hands  done  in  natural  flowers,  changed  with  the  seasons. 
A  monster  locomotive  of  200  tons  drives  its  ponderous  wheels 
at  a  speed  of  sixty  miles  an  hour  in  the  Palace  of  Transporta- 
tion, while  a  wonderful  lighthouse  flashes  its  rays  throughout 
the  Palace  of  Liberal  Arts.  Two  thousand  living  birds  of 
North  America  have  their  homes  in  a  great  open-air  cage. 
The  largest  organ  ever  constructed  is  housed  in  the  Hall  of 
Festivals.  Its  ten  thousand  pipes  speak  from  a  frame  as  large 
as  a  three -story  brick  block. 

In  the  dominion  of  mechanics,  engines  of  a  hitherto  un- 
equalled jDOwer  are  shown  in  operation.  No  one  before  ever 
saw  a  gas  engine  of  3,000  horse  power,  but  Belgium  furnishes 
the  marvel.  New  York  has  the  honor  of  displaying  the  largest 
steam  turbine  engine  ever  constructed.  It  developes  eight 
thousand  horse  power.  Pittsburg  sends  another  of  the  same 
variety,  supplying  five  thousand  horse  power.  These  engines 
are  only  another  intimation  that  the  age  of  machinery  is  passing 
through  an  astonishing  evolution.  At  the  St.  Louis  Exposition 
none  of  these  tremendous  powers  remains  silent.  They  furnish 
an  operative  exhibit  which  becomes  part  of  the  forty  thousand 
horse  power  plant  driving  the  forces  of  the  great  show. 


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The  mere  magnitude  of  tlie  greatest  palace  in  the  Exposition 
is  one  of  its  wonders.  Agriculture  stretches  for  one  thousand 
seven  hundred  feet  along  its  elevated  site,  and  displays  a  width 
of  five  hundred  feet.  The  structure  covers  more  than  twenty 
acres.  An  intramural  railway,  thirteen  miles  long,  which 
enables  visitors  to  see  all  the  wonders  of  the  grounds,  conveys 
an  idea  of  the  immensity  of  the  Exposition.  One  bed  of  roses 
in  the  agricultural  section  contains  fifty  thousand  plants. 

Outdoor  attractions  have  been  designed  on  such  a  scale  as 
the  world  has  never  dreamed.  Four  immense  spectacles  of  this 
order  make  the  exposition  memorable.  Outspread  over  forty 
acres  on  a  grand  plateau,  overlooking  the  j^icture  in  the 
western  sphere  of  interest,  the  Philippine  exhibit  alone  emj^loys 
the  services  of  one  thousand  natives  of  the  archipelago  to 
depict  the  life,  manners  and  industries  of  the  island  peoples. 
The  display  cost  the  federal  government  seven  hundred  thou- 
sand dollars,  in  addition  to  one  million  dollars  devoted  to  its 
own  exhibit  in  the  United  States  Government  Building  and 
elsewhere  on  the  grounds. 

Parts  of  the  walled  city  of  Manila,  a  market  place  in 
Manila,  native  villages  of  many  island  tribes,  those  who  build 
their  habitations  over  water  or  swing  their  domiciles  in  the 
branches  of  trees,  give  the  true  touch  of  unfamiliar  color  to 
strange  scenes.  A  great  lake  of  eight  millions  of  gallons  of 
water  surrounds  this  exhibit  on  the  east  and  north,  lying 
between  the  reservation  and  the  Exposition.  This  beautiful 
body  of  water  furnishes  a  marine  theater  for  acj[uatic  sports  and 
transportation.  Three  native  bridges  span  the  lake.  Four 
hundred  of  the  native  constabulary  of  the  islands  and  two 
hundred  Macabebe  scouts  illustrate  the  Filipino  as  a  fighting 
man.  Four  hundred  other  natives,  divided  into  families,  are 
engaged  in  the  peaceful  pursuits  of  that  clime. 

For  the  first  time  since  the  wondrous  scenes  of  the  life  of 
the  ^^azarene  were  enacted  in  the  city  of  David,  the  modern 
world  has  been  given  an  opportunity  to  become  steeped  in  the 
charm  of  Scriptural  Palestine.  Jerusalem  has  been  trans- 
planted from  its  far  Judean  hills  to  become  a  gigantic  open  air 


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spectacle  covering  thirteen  acres,  nearly  one-eisrlitli  tlie  size  of 
the  genuine  city.  The  visitor  may  tramp  through  twenty- 
eight  streets  and  scan  three  hundred  and  sixty  buildings  of 
patterns  ranging  from  the  time  of  Christ  until  the  Saracenic 
invasion.  The  Mosque  of  Omar  and  the  Church  of  the  Holy 
Sepulchre  are  reproduced  almost  exactly  the  size  of  the 
originals.  The  Tower  of  David,  the  Jews'  Wailing  Place,  the 
Via  Dolorosa^  the  Garden  of  Gethsemane,  the  ancient  wall 
about  the  city,  pierced  by  the  Jaffa  Gate,  the  Golden  Gate  and 
many  other  entrances  known  to  the  Biblical  student,  have  been 
built  from  photographs  of  the  originals.  One  thousand  natives 
of  the  Holy  City,  transported  by  ship  from  Jaffa,  enact  the  life 
of  the  ancient  place. 

Forty  acres  are  devoted  to  the  open-air  exhibition  of 
anthropology.  On  a  high  plateau  receding  from  a  precipitous 
1)luff  commanding  an  inspiring  view  over  the  skyline  of  the 
main  picture,  the  pageant  of  a  passing  race  holds  sway.  It  is 
the  last  stand  of  the  North  American  Indian,  assembled  in 
communities  which  represent  the  descendants  of  nearly  all  the 
great  nations  of  red  men  who  were  the  original  owners  of  the 
country.  Here  famous  chiefs  receive  a  formal  introduction  to 
their  conquerors.  Tribes  of  aborigines  from  remote  places  of 
the  earth,  pygmies  and  giants  from  Africa;  the  Ainu,  or  hairy 
people  from  Japan,  and  other  savage  nations  never  before 
exhibited  at  any  exposition,  are  gathered  in  this  remarkable 
display  of  ceremonies,  and  religious  rites  older  than  civilization 
cause  the  visitor  to  ponder  on  the  vast  age  of  the  world.  A 
dignity  and  reliability  never  given  before  to  such  a  show  was 
happily  assured  by  government  direction  of  the  exhibit. 

Last,  but  not  the  least  interesting  of  the  four  great  outdoor 
exhibitions,  is  the  "  Gulch,"  a  natural  ravine,  penetrating  the 
wooded  plateau  of  the  Exposition  for  half  a  mile,  and  covering 
about  twelve  acres  of  wild  forestry.  Mines  are  operating, 
aerial  tramways  are  transporting  precious  freightage,  coal  is 
coming  from  a  genuine  vein  discovered  in  the  exposed  strata  of 
the  ravine;  oil  wells  are  spouting  and  Mexican  Indians  are 
pounding  out  the  treasures  of  Nature  in  mortars,  as  they  did 


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in  the  time  of  Cortez.  The  hillsides  are  dotted  by  miners' 
cabins.  Placer  beds  are  being  panned  out.  The  whole  scene 
is  one  of  man's  struggle  with  the  forces  of  earth. 

Lesser  exhibits  in  the  open  air  include  a  map  of  the  United 
States  in  cereals,  covering  ten  acres,  each  state  and  territory  being 
distinguished  by  those  native  j^roducts  for  which  its  particular 
section  of  the  country  is  best  known.  Colored  gravel  walks 
form  the  boundaries  of  the  commonwealths,  and  the  Pacific  and 
Atlantic  Oceans,  with  the  Gulf  of  Mexico,  are  shown  in  blue 
grass.  Along  the  northern  limits  of  the  Exposition  a  model 
city  stretches  for  half  a  mile,  ^^  here  the  l)est  paved  street  in  the 
world  is  flanked  by  the  finest  examples  of  municipal  and 
private  Imildings.  Reproductions  of  a  war  hospital,  of  the 
capital  of  the  United  States,  and  of  a  sea  coast  fortification, 
with  those  huge  engines  of  destruction,  the  disappearing  guns, 
are  striking  parts  of  the  national  dis23lay.  Eight  thousand 
dollars  appropriated  by  Congress  is  used  in  a  fine  display  of 
an  operative  life-saving  station,  situated  on  a  lake  in  the 
western  section  of  the  Exposition. 

Art  potteries  in  full  blast,  herculean  lifting  engines  from 
England  and  Belgium  illustrating  their  powers,  a  briquet 
manufactory,  the  manufacture  of  laces  and  embroidery  in 
woven  glass,  the  largest  hotel  ever  constructed,  a  restaurant 
with  walls  of  water  and  glass,  containing  living  fish — these 
developments  of  the  human  mind  could  be  continued  indefinitely 
in  describing  the  ^vonders  of  the  Exposition. 

International  Congresses  of  the  arts  and  sciences  serve  to 
bring  together  learned  men  from  the  ends  of  earth.  As  a 
monument  to  these  labors  of  the  worldls  foremost  thinkers,  the 
Exposition  Avill  publish  the  proceedings  of  the  congresses. 

Model  schools  for  the  deaf,  dumb  and  blind  are  conducted 
with  the  teachers  and  scholars  in  the  class  rooms;  an  Indian 
school  is  j)art  of  the  interesting  exhibit  of  the  government  in 
the  Indian  Building;  a  Filij^ino  school  forms  23art  of  the  exhibit 
in  the  insular  display,  being  a  timely  object desson  in  the 
acquisition  of  foreign  territory. 

The  jubilee  presents  of  the  late  Queen  Victoria  and  the 


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Liberty  Bell  present  a  strong  contrast  in  symbols  of  affection 
venerated  by  two  continents.  These  priceless  trophies  are  not 
of  greater  interest  than  the  contribution  from  the  Vatican,  nor 
the  relics  of  that  great  genius,  Napoleon,  whose  name  is  insep- 
arably associated  with  the  event  which  the  Exposition  cele- 
brates. Personal  effects  of  Washington,  Jefferson,  Andrew 
Jackson,  Lafayette  and  other  famous  founders  of  the  country 
and  later  statesmen  make  rare  contributions  of  intimate  interest. 

Acres  of  outdoor  forestry  are  shown  by  the  United  States, 
Germany  and  Great  Britain,  a  feature  new  to  expositions.  The 
live-stock  display  covers  thirty- seven  acres.  Canada  alone  has 
spent  one  hundred  thousand  dollars  on  her  exhibit,  in  an 
endeavor  to  capture  most  of  the  premiums,  amounting  to  two 
hundred  and  fifty  thousand  dollars.  Blooded  stock  from 
Kussia,  England,  Germany  and  France  make  the  greatest 
exhibit  ever  shown  in  this  line  of  industry. 

The  powers  of  the  world  are  represented  by  their  military 
arms  as  well  as  by  the  products  of  their  industries.  The  troops 
of  all  nations  are  shown  in  an  encampment  of  one  hundred 
acres,  and  the  evolutions  of  these  representative  bodies  of 
men  are  pleasing  diversions.  Martial  music  at  the  Exposition 
is  provided  by  such  famous  organizations  as  Sousa^s  Band,  the 
Garde  Republicaine  of  Paris,  the  British  Grenadiers  of  London, 
the  Imperial  Band  of  Berlin,  a  Russian  army  band,  an 
engineers'  band  of  the  Mexican  army,  and  other  world  renowned 
organizations. 

No  international  exposition  is  complete  without  its  immense 
amusement  section,  and  in  this  respect  the  Universal  Exposition 
of  1904  has  no  parallel.  The  Pike  "  will  pass  into  exposition 
history  as  the  most  distinguished  and  satisfying  collection  of 
shows  ever  presented.  Begun  as  a  co-ordinate  part  of  the 
immense  spectacle,  it  became  saturated  with  all  the  dignity  of 
its  more  serious  parent  attraction.  The  street  of  the  Pike  is 
one  mile  long.  Its  double  facade  is  fully  as  imposing  as  the 
Exposition  proper,  because  of  the  refinement  of  the  architec- 
ture. Visitors  are  amazed  to  find  no  circus  signs,  nothing 
but  the  names  of  the  attractions,  emblazoned  on  the  fronts 


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of  stately  buildings.  He  wanders  throngh  a  city  of  fifty  great 
shows.  ■  •  . 

The  Galveston  Flood  shows  the  effects  of  a  great  disaster 
and  the  restoration  of  the  stricken  city;  Creation,  an  illusion 
under  a  mammoth  dome,  takes  one  back  through  the  centuries 
to  the  genesis;  Asia,  with  its  rajahs  and  rites  and  a  truly 
beautiful  re23roduction  of  the  Taj  Mahal,  that  gem  of  Indian 
architecture;  Cairo  and  Constantinople;  the  Tyrolean  Alps,  a 
monster  show,  costino:  seven  hundred  thousand  dollars  and 
presenting  a  perfect  reproduction  of  the  most  majestic  AljDine 
scenery,  with  native  villages  and  the  Tyrolese  in  their  native 
costumes — these  are  all  part  oi  the  general  scheme  of  the  Pike 
to  become  a  veritaljle  tour  of  the  world. 

Daint}^  Ja23anese  and  Chinese  villages,  are  refulgent  of  the 
Geisha  girl  and  the  Boxer,  two  of  the  best  things  in  this  array 
are  the  Xaval  Sho'w  and  the  Fire  Fig:hters.  A  mimic  battle 
on  real  water  between  American  and  Spanish  vessels,  given  in 
a  large  arena,  excites  thousands  of  patriotic  spectators.  The 
fire  fi p'htino;  exhibition  combines  a  model  fire  station  with 
splendid  ecpiipment,  and  a  team  of  the  most  expert  fire  laddies 
in  the  world;  they  save  women  and  children  from  burning 
houses  and  perform  other  remarkable  feats.  A  Trip  to  Paris 
by  Sulunarine  Boat  and  Return  l)y  Air  Ship  is  an  astonishing 
illusion  in  Avhich  the  use  of  the  moving-picture  machine  pro- 
duces startling  effects.  A  Tri23  to  the  Xorth  Pole  is  a  gigantic 
spectacle  in  which  the  visitor  actually  takes  passage  for  the 
Polar  regions  on  a  vessel  nearly  as  large  as  an  ocean  liner.  A 
representative  Celtic  exhibit  makes  a  valuable  contribution  in 
the  Irish  village. 

The  Siberian  Railway  introduces  the  gaiety  seeker  to 
another  form  of  illusion,  which  includes  a  really  striking 
exhibit  of  peasantry,  and  the  products  of  that  section  of  the 
Great  White  Czar's  domains.  Old  St.  Louis  illustrates  the 
Exposition  City  as  it  appeared  during  the  days  Avhen  it  was 
yet  part  of  the  French  Province.  The  Palais  du  Costume 
presents  the  dress  of  the  world  for  many  centuries.  The  Cliff 
DAvellers'  village  is  a  highly  creditable  representation  of  the 


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ancestors  of  the  Aztecs;  the  Streets  of  Seville  enters  fully  into 
rare  and  most  picturesque  phases  of  old  Spanish  life.  Paris 
is  a  spectacle  of  the  gay  French  capital.  The  City  of  Fez  is  an 
open  air  reproduction  of  some  of  the  most  attractive  features  of 
that  inland  capital  of  the  Sultan  of  Morocco.  The  Battle 
Abbey  is  a  monster  cyclorama  of  the  greatest  battles  of  the 
world.  Many  other  attractions  of  equally  enticing  features 
make  the  Pike  the  most  wonderful  collection  of  shows  ever 
gathered  together.  And  in  all  that  is  here  set  down,  not  the 
half  has  been  told. 

St.  Louis  has  given  to  the  world  an  epic.  Its  Homeric  song 
is  of  the  victories  of  Man  over  Matter;  earth,  the  sea"  and  the 
heavens  yield  their  prophecies  of  greater  triumphs. 

As  the  breath  of  the  twentieth  century  vibrates  with  action, 
so  the  Universal  Exposition  of  1904  reflects  the  spirit  of  the 
age  in  its  flight  toward  Truth. 


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